For Colored Boys Who Considered Gangbanging When Being Black Was Too Much
By Britteney Black Rose Kapri
“I saw three little black boys lying in a graveyard, I couldn’t tell if they were playing or
practicing” – Baba Lukata
like all Black Chicago women i
have been preparing my womb to carry a stillborn.
a baby to grow, but not man. i
will bury him before i have finished
paying off his first hospital bills. i
have picked my daughter’s name.
but can’t bring myself to ready the words i’ll
need for his tombstone. i
am trying to line my womb with Kevlar.
like all Black Chicago women I
have been preparing my womb
to carry a Bigger Thomas,
my son is a name no one knows
in homicide tracker. or a blurb
in the tribune. a clutched purse, a whistle
in the wrong direction. a Black boy drowning.
There is no ticking, just the cock of the hammer banging against my biological
clockwaiting for me to offer a new sacrifice to these streets.