7/23/20 F) Anti-Ghazal

at the mouth of the ocean, feet firmly in the sand.

tongue of the water, surprisingly cool.

it was in the ‘Waterless Month’ that mama died.

after that, i slowly began to crawl out of my skin.

the sound of another black body bending backwards,

and breaking; yes breaking into seared minds. 

it was the bright yellow zinnias that made me think

of ‘Black Lives Matter’ painted on streets. 

it is past the ‘Waterless Month’ and still some people

don’t accept Racism as a thing or that Black Lives Matter.