superior To me

Do you feel superior when the dawn breaks/or is it only when you see me/seemingly broken by the loaded words “strip search” /an unearthing of women and our resilience

“Untitled”

Dark city nights where the police lurked
years ago pledged neighborhoods with a curse
confessions coerced
the young would catch it worse
decades later and I put em in a verse
free them
see their innocence used like instruments.

Like any good man

Like any good man, a black cop walks into my coffee shop
and asks for the strongest coffee we have
and assures me he wants it black.
I’m fumbling.