love poems: tilted crown

one

black boys rap about their dick size
how they’ll bust this pussy wide open
like the .45 that killed his best friend
skull bust wide open
brain matter on ground

a mind is a terrible thing to waste
hard to get out of concrete

he can’t sleep at night
visions of it haunt him
sees himself in the morgue
white sheets and coffins

everyday he prepares for battle
so his dick becomes his gun
and he don’t shoot no blank shots
says he wants to put a baby in me
’cause he don’t think he’ll last long
where he’s from, black boys don’t last long

and black girls lay on our backs
spread our legs for these boys
spread ourselves for these boys
let them slide inside of us
while they try to find their way home

they think it makes them men when they come
backshots

so they write rap songs about how they’ll kill this pussy
’cause, there’s a war in the streets, ya know?

two

have you ever tried to love a man who thinks that death is chasing him?
have him weep between your breasts and ask you to pray for him?

i have

and it feels like the darkest night and the sweetest dawn
to watch the phoenix right before he rises from the ash

and we sit here and break our bones for you
we beat our chests in grief for the men you have become
lost boys of blackness
who wander through the ruins of the kingdom that you found

titled crown, how does it feel to have lost it all?
titled crown, how does it feel to have lost it all?

and he says to me,
‘bitch don’t tell me ’bout no kingdom
just let me kill this pussy

’cause there’s a war in the streets, ya know?

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