“A Little Poetry For Dey Ass (I ain’t mad)/Like a Convo With Ms. Rodriguez”

Marked for death by the government at 21

Takes on a different meaning when

Sleeping with your woman and she is

Pregnant with your son

They catch you at your most vulnerable

And they say love will get you killed

But assassinated into martyrdom when

Systemic destruction has foot soldiers

Carrying badge and guns

Safari hunts in urban settings

Melanin must equal animal to them

And realized that wasn’t no tranquilizing us

Eraser dust on them redlines,

Serving pitchers of red flavored genocide

We green grape envy bigots in suit and tie

So my hair sticks out, due to

A masked smile

The tree we come from we

Stay rooted in

This is a lifestyle