TWO.

I offer.

Though I offer no sympathy for the killer

He is dead, too.

I wonder, in his former life what they fed him to make him so husky.

They probably spooned to him that the best kind of ‘Nigger’ is a dead one.

The only kind of ‘Nigger’ is a high one

A lying one

A ‘person of interest’

A suspect

An assailant

They gave him no concept of smiling boys that we nursed,

we changed, we fed, we watched play in first games, go on 1st dates,

boys who were invited inside our gates.

(he probably didn’t know we had nursed his father, either)

He only knew that you gotta be lickety lightning spit quick to get one

(because, as he was told,  “they always get away”)

He was only securing the premises

lest the sugar-addict-boy

bomb yards with high fructose rainbows

and showers of the finest iced tea

He was only protecting his own upbringing

Only practicing for his police exam

He was only following, lurking, lusting, pursuing, protecting.

He was only part and parcel to the plan.

A pre-meditator, a good student of his instructors

I wonder what his prize was for making it home that night.

For being a star pupil

For ridding the world of one dark spot

We know what the other guy got.

 

Thank you! You have just read “I Offer.” see also, When Little Boys Are Dying.” & “Say.” 

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About genesiawilliams

I must apologize if this isn't exciting... though this may seem odd my decision to enter the blogging world, was less for an audience and more for me as an exercise in discipline, which i clearly lack if you see the frequency of the posts, but still it is weird because I am airing my thoughts on the biggest communication tool since the pony express, but if you like what you read feel free to comment and/or share... if not thank you for taking the time out of your life to check me out.... I'm pretty laid back, and I'm open for comments....

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  4. What a moving poem. Really lovely writing. Thank you for sharing it…especially so publicly.

say what you need to say. :)

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