1.14.2020

If We Must Die

If We Must Die


 If we still must die
Like road kill
On each side the Mason Dixon Line
Like a Till whistle
Blown
Through a Southern breeze
Like a young buck
    Black & running 
             Fighting
              Killing
                                     Writing
                                                For our lives
-Likour Black lives-
Matter
Then let us 
      Bleed
           To tell the story
Of these bullets
                                                 Between our ayes.


© Latorial D. Faison. All rights reserved.
This poem was published in Stonecoast Review.

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