Who Knew?

Who Knew?

By Jasmine Harris

PINK, PINK PINK...sounds of the bullets array on the dresser

Shhhhhhh….”he better get on his knees alone”
But not voicin’ words, pray in his dome
Worry now a stench he wears like cologne

So he let it seep deep, deep down
No registration for the gun passed down
through stitched lips as if from lost and found
Hands clasp
White rage
Permeating the veins of his deep, deep brown

Skin that he learned after years to love
Skin that he had to defend when push came to shove
Like the bodies we were told to “cover up better not get blacker”
Like the patriotic view of he as the attacker
Hands loading the gun smooth and graceful, hands gliding a true nutcracker

Deep, deep down went the words he’d heard form various community stakeholders
“That’s soft...You gay...Stop acting like a female” gynic controllers
Handle it on your own
Gently pressing the vessel to the victim’s dome

Trying on the trousers of a revolutionary
You see he aims to be quite the contrary
The struggle to settle on a road less traveled
Chasing emancipation determined to persuade legislators in power

Yet he can’t break down
Denying help and hugs emotionless,a rather content clown
His feelings now in a standoff
Fingers tickling the safety
BLASTOFF

Off and up crossing countrysides to protect a corner already colonized
Returning home a healthless and hopeless hero
Yet he searches for a listening ear like justice but finds zero
No seconds left defrosting feelings now foes
Heart no longer subzero
The eruptions eroding the peace now pain
PINK, PINK, PINK was the sound of the rain
Leaking of tears; his silent oppressor
As a life is lost
PINK, PINK, PINK...sounds of bullets flying array across his own dresser
PINK, PINK, PINK flying from the hands of him to he, now his own aggressor
PINK, PINK, PINK, lightly heard due to the noise compressor

Is what was used stated the detective
To control his emotions was the directive

Jasmine Harris is a secondary educator and published poet featured in the International Poetry Digest learning and living in Arkansas. She’s a certified wordsmith with a B.A. in Linguistics and currently enrolled in graduate school to further equity in education. Harris began writing during adolescence as a means to promote mental health. Author of, I May Have Been In My Feelings, focuses her writing on the diverse experiences and development of women and minorities. She aims to capture the climate of society. Her writing is soulful, honest, and witty. She perfects the process of modern emoting. Harris frequently quotes her inspirations as Maya Angelou, Ntozake Shange, and Tupac Shakur. She hopes to inspire and encourage the importance of self-care.

 

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