At A Loss
Can't pay much attention to anything else
When a man sits in a car, moaning and dying
On videotape.
Or when his fiancee speaks out,
Yelling yet composed.
He goes viral.
She goes viral.
Everything's out.
Can't say much to whether how I feel will change anything,
But I feel physically sick.
I want to cry.
Because it's almost as if every
Black man has to die
Before people get some sort of message—
Including the supporters of a wall.
In the end, a wall won't keep out murderers.
They're already here.
They're uniformed. They're hooded.
They're anyone from any background.
People, that's the problem.