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Writer's pictureZanele Chisholm

That Boy Down the Block

Somethin’ happened

Last night

to that boy down the block

They say his flesh began to rot,

Turnin’ dusk-deep

Like twilight

His melanin inhalin’

America’s black child birthright


And that night

The proverbs spoke to his momma’s yearnin

Clutchin’ the air for her baby’s return and

If she aint lyin’

Then that daughter saw the ancestors burnin’

Smotherin’ that mama’s screams

With the blood of

slavery revertin’


And see that mornin’,

God had caught the sun

set

with the glaze of fear

shadows over that boy’s fate

Couldn’t nobody find

not one single trace

Of that boy down the block

They say that boys now lost


And kids soiled in quicksand

Swim through rivers

upstream

For a boy who’d look just like them

Or for the face of Emmett Till

If hatred had scalped his soul

Before God could

But if tradition held true

Then they ought to find him layin’

dead in that ol’ Landfill

Next to a history book and

a suicide pill


And by noon

Cops came with flashlights gleamin’

Bullets tied loose around their necks

Chains followin’ the tracks they was weavin’

Ready to gut

Askin’ bout drug deals

And neighborhood schemin’


So,

Mamas passed with silent grievin’

Buildin’ walls

and prayin’ to God

that those cops ain't came

death dreamin’


But those cops aint stay long

Nah, they was gone like that boy’s name

And their sirens left wailin’ a sorrow

Not as loud as those mama’s tears

in a drunken sheer

Her soul was translucent

Death,

disappearance,

and denial crackin’ through the fog,

fragrant and fluent


In the black body’s shadow

That boy’s existence

Twisted

and trampled between

choked out obituaries

And freedom seized

(ceased)

Of the boy down the block

Of the boy who was black

Of that boy

We ain’t know the name

Of that boy

Could’ve been you


He was just a boy

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