Broken, We Go Hard

Sanford, our suns, structure...

weathered and marked, indefinitely left

in rot or retinue

When necessary, the soul of me disagrees

.: visual persistence of memory at http://tinyurl.com/DC4Trayvon-PMLLC :.

"This is [a] black hoodie rap"

Lemme rap to you about some Blacks who die

They may appear as another from behind

or exactly for who they are

then sexually violated, shot or subject to bars

spit on, with shame

And when the soul and body part ways 

unity often waits for mourning

even if rumor had it the night prior

How rich that is—not

Even "nothing" can be sacred
if equal to evils often concealed
No covering within, no hood without?
Just when you thought

you new the rules

Oh boy...

The Red Line approached empty and helped me
thanks to my Silver Spring
Our Union is stationed in a hopeful place
beside a Judiciary, not judgmental, square
Move on
There is something else to see, hear