Run on

Child  Born On a Wednesday   who  knows  why we   keep the  names of the men   who beat us   my mama said dust and  taxes I rubbed   some syllables into good   drugs club went up     club went up in flames   damsel came Denzel came Malcolm’s      pain came off like a veil after they       shot him he’s on the gurney smiling he’s gone    on renaming pride shame like a master asterisk     drifting between his first and seventh eyes I wanna   keep his name some bride bribed plain— Maafa X I wanna     fix the hex on pain kept in living vessels and called     soul on that exactly deranged lie it got loose in his skin then and revolution      hence I wanna nah nod into a noose to do this / to undo this