There is a thing sewn into the fabric of my skin Invisible, yet strong in the face of the Impossible It’s improbable That I should exist I am supposed to be buried Deep within the loins Of a woman and a man who Never made it Ripped from their context Bought by filthy lucre Dragged […]

My sons are being hunted Look they’re on the run More than just police stops and gun shots My sons are being hunted Now they’re on the run Their lives do more than matter Their lives count One, two, three For I count them I know them each by name I have seen and heard […]