The Spoils of War by Siaara Freeman

The Hood Says Ase’            

              

is love

the

breath

after

gunpoint?

-blessed are those

who catch it.

.

“ Pantoum: To : Anne Coutler”

we are torn, old stamps licked in the same wound daily, stuck to each other.

I will remember where I was when they killed Trayvon Martin

Anne Coulter says: “her blacks are better than our blacks.”

exactly how many blacks you got over there Anne?

I will remember where I was when they killed Trayvon Martin

a congested swamp of Florida bones settled in my chest.

exactly how many blacks you got over there Anne?

are they all still alive?

a congested swamp of Florida bones settled in my chest.

I hope my one day son won’t be one of your blacks

are they all still alive?

do your blacks make it Anne?

I hope my one day son won’t be one of your blacks

do you only collect the living or do you also hoard the dead?

do your blacks make it Anne?

my one day son asks for candy, shall he be chastised in cavities or bullets?

do you only collect the living or do you also hoard the dead?

in what manner do you mark your belongings?

my one day son asks for candy, shall he be chastised in cavities or bullets?

how many times a year your blacks visit the mortician?

in what manner do you mark your belongings?

the pride less   beg     of blood?

how many times a year your blacks visit the mortician?

is that covered under your insurance ?

the pride less   beg   of blood?

was Mike, Tamir, Eric, Freddie, or Jordan your blacks? the police gave em to God.

is that covered under your insurance ?

when you grow out of your blacks

where do you plan to hide the bodies?

.

“Who Gone Check Her?”

you are no circus act. this confuses them. their eyebrows raise

you call on no one.

you are certainly a swallower of blades. Un-tamer of lions. Smirk

of your feet decide you dancer of rope. Many noses meant for you

on the contrary

you – trotted a

pepper sprayed waltz, toes of twine, the spot light

unraveled.

made a lie out their levitation.

freak show.

halfwoman halfexplosive.

cannon ball.

black round [shooting.]

jumper

of hoops.

[no matter who slangs em]

“Don’t

you see they glass ceiling?

you aint scared jewel of Africa?”

“Master cant get his ring back?

all the tickets he sold?”

     “Wasted?!?”

“You think that’s funny?”

         “You laughing yo way to God?”

juggler of fear and children.

they want you

mauled.

they’ll do it.

you fire

smuggler

they’ll

do it and their audience

will come

and clap.

plenty of rounds

in their applause.

you

aint scared?

they

still think you cotton candy sweet

for the pickins           you bed of nails

don’t they know if they apply pressure to each nail equally

you wont feel the weight,

unpentrable,             you witch.

rider                       even on one wheel

cauldron case.

balancing

act

of justice

and

war

you aint scared of nothing that aint scared of you

they foolish, asking you to dance

[knowing they sent death to do it first]

Cus theys  scared

you acrobat of wisdom

9 tounged moon   7 hearted sun 3 faced earth

sold them their respectability politickets back.

you hustler.

Daddy was the dope man.

Mommy is the wound care

you look just like America

sometimes.

trapeze

feat     sideshow   they steal from

african

elephant

you

stampede

             YOU

                  unfit

you

put

down

you

aerial ballet

with no air

you

prayer

with a slit throat

you

glory         you       never apologize   you glory     you never ever   bow to

                                                                                                         them.

___________

Siaara Freeman was born and raised in Cleveland Ohio and would have done so had it been a choice. She competed in the teen competition BNV for three years and was a finalist her first year. She went on to the adult slam scene and became grand champ of both Cleveland and Columbus Ohio. This is her first year submitting her works to journals/magazines and also her first acceptance. She’s growing her afro so tall God mistakes it for a microphone and speaks into her. she thinks everyone should make at least one attempt at this.

            

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