Summer creeps up
like bare tip toes on sunbathed concrete
or AC bills on the first of the month.
The kids are out of school again.
Like black bodies on red hot concrete,
people in the streets.
The kids get out of school again. Then we
scream, “no justice, no peace.”
People in the streets,
sweat above the brow, dripped into our eyes. Still we
scream, “I can’t breathe.”
Met with tear gas, pop and fizzle.
Blood above the brow, dripped into our eyes.
Men stood arm and arm. Shields and guns.
Met with tear gas, pop and hiss.
Eyes filled, blurring with tears of rage.
We stood arm and arm, signs and voices,
screaming, “no justice, no peace.”
Eyes bulging, sizzling with tears of rage.
Summer creeps up.
