911
Jaha Zainabu
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This poem is not about revolution Or Malcolm or Tupac or revenge Or an attack on America or even her own injustice It's not even about Assata But about a mother who rides the blue line at 6 Gets off every morning at the Imperial station Is a nurse who loves her son even still Held him in a light only she and God could seem to see He was 16 and licorice black with a handsome smile And perfect teeth Just like his daddy And was shot and killed by another man and woman's boy That heavy on her back somehow not being enough Today she goes about her days remembering On the eve of her only child's services While his body wait alone and cold beyond a comforters cure His murderer captured only by karma Maybe Emptied his body Spray painted his casket in red letters Old English font now tattooed on the chest of her memory This poem is not about the courage it takes to remember He always kissed her good night Ate greens with ketchup Loved fish with his grits This is not about Rodney King or Daryl Gates Latasha Harlins or Stacey Koon Not even about Soon Ja Du This poem has nothing to do with Watts 1965 Not really But kinda In a way it is about a brave little girl out in Montebello Who was beautiful and 4 Who sat in her room and counted Dos, tres, quatro, cinco Loudly under all her pillows While her father repeatedly stabbed her mother And then left And she tearlessly embraced her mother's Bleeding, dying body Patted her hand, rocked and said James te pueden hacer dano Dios te va hacer bonita No one will hurt you God will make you pretty There are many stories If by chance they should all be told one day There will be many more Even after that This isn't about La Revolucion Mexicana I already told you that Only the revolution that occurs in the souls of us Who still love the spirits of those of whom We cannot see We see these heroes on the bus On the train At the light Honoring the memory of those faces That may never flash across the evening news And those faces that do I pray that when I have passed away I will have created grand memories enough To sustain my loved ones well I pray that in the break of morning clear They will breathe without having to be reminded Accepting finally That there is an inevitable death That comes with living Though religions and philosophies do best they can At explanation They will not ever have power enough to prevent Having lived life time over and again I have found laughter to be truest friend For therein lies at evil's demise God within us all This poem If indeed it is a poem at all Is about Dancing on hurt feet
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