Letter to the White Policeman:
Dear Mr. Policeman,
He wasn't doing nuthin!
HE WAS JUST...!
"These words sound all too familiar.
Time seem to have made them the dying words of the Black Family Unit.
The dying words of a wife who
Lost her World.
The dying words of a daughter who
Lost the only respectable man in her life.
The dying words of a mother whose seed has
'He was JUST!'
But being Just seem to be synonymous with death and crime nowadays.
If you can't win for being Just...?
Then What can you win for?"
"Poetry has served as a linguistic code since I was a child. It allowed me to speak freely without fear.