the verdict

so much worse
than the immediate
pain and shock

is that there is
a part of me
that is not

that there is
a part of me
that felt this coming
with dread

a part of me
that knew that
there is little
justice reserved
for young black boys
in this country

but i clung anyway
to hope
that a court would
come to the defense
of a sixteen year old child
walking home with
iced tea and skittles

the dead boy
was put
on trial

and hordes jumped
to defend the man
who killed him

the verdict:
we cannot trust
the police
the court
the system
the country
to value a black child’s life
over a white man’s fear

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