Poetry

Pieces of me

Posted by seanbrown2020

My eyes met the Sun and we rose

Crack the sun-kissed knuckles

Sink hand to waist

Handful of tattered tee

Raise above head

it plummets to familiar floor

Skin exposed

Eye-fingers inspect

Know every faded pore

Speak stubble-tongue

Search canvas

Find spot for

All the names

Of all the slain

Shocked

Humble hand covers mouth

Ashamed

They are already here

They sleep in wrinkles

(Floyd)

They outline Black blemishes

(Philando)

They seek shelter in each scab

(Breonna)

I hold them

I am their Black bodily banner

A melanin mausoleum

Wraps around my muscle

I do not mourn… alone

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