Ghazal for Broken Records
for k.l.m
night creaks into day, bright sun burns my eyes
your morning text message first sight on my eyes
I tease you with texts about wasting your time
yet he wakes up everyday lucky looking into your eyes
you say he don’t deserve you, don’t ever treat you right
you still hop over to his house excitement in your bright eyes
don’t understand why he treat you the way he do
he drains you daily wringing tears from your eyes
so many other men out there who want you
but you act like only he’s visible to your eyes
I wonder if he’ll ever see what I see
when I stare back into your cinnamon eyes
Red States
george bush sends missiles abroad, leaves innocent faces bathed in red
american cluster bombs bulldoze new landscapes, homelands paved red
in iraq a mother counts, one by one, the minutes till her daughter’s return from school
she hopes no bombs rained rapid today, leaving her baby girl draped in red
politicians promote police presence, claim they’ll clean up these filthy streets
officers spray bullets at black backs, dump them in coffins while cop’s still get paid in red
in richmond my mother awaits my return home to her four walls of protection
she prays I haven’t been shot, not another cold corpse on the street painted red
to escape this violence I shut my eyes to the world, retreat to the peace of an empty page
dream of no bombs no bullets dissecting loved ones, no more memories stained in red
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