PAD Challenge Day 3: Race Traffic (Stop Light) and Unstoppable
Two-for-Tuesday
PAD Challenge Day 3: Write a stop poem. And/or write a don’t stop.
Race Traffic (Stop Light)
we don't own the
light switch to ignorance
we don't have time to
sit and wait
for change to keep daydreaming
there are no
more underground railroads to cross
there is no running like twelve years a slave
when we got
sensors to fight
dimmed dummy lights
dimmed dummy lights
with our bright flashing lights
and the water we wash our faces with
ain't really clear enough to knock out our power
it's still more thinner than
blood
black lives that
matter ain't no joke
but who is still jaywalking hilariously with Jim
Crow
who is still laughing
at those stopped and frisked,
at those stopped and frisked,
or those driving while
black,
who is still sniping bodies,
without signals or
warnings
black deaths
ain't no game
but it's their call of duty
it's their hunger games
where they swallow the red for free,
proceed with green, cleaned hands,
proceed with green, cleaned hands,
and collect proceeds
with no consciousness
to the light of caution
to the light of caution
my dreams never break
they keep coming in
and coming in like
melodies from heaven
high-speed,
low-speed
swerving
my soul
tailgating my
institution
joyriding the bumper of
my
psychedelic fantasies
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