I said it
            buying a gun
for my kind

To be safe,
                                      
                 Our song plays
     Girl Don’t you know you’re a Negro? What in the hell?                                                              A confession
                       I do not know precisely
               I approximate myself as something to celebrate.
I                                                                                                     Dress-up
                                                            to get blessed. 
     hiding, shoulder to door jamb and maybe
a rifle.                                                                                                                                                                                                              scared shitless to leave 
                                   that way.
The glass is                            empty now.                                 

desperate
                              Isn't repentance itself

in the palms.    never ever stop thinking          
how it ends.             when the other you eats you             Sometimes
 white lovers, I ask permission
                                to show my dark.                                                                                                                                                                            devils underground