state sanctioned violence poems

America | Anuja Ghimire - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

America | Anuja Ghimire

Shoot a father before his toddler
Empty bullets into the belly of a baby-bearing mother
while her children outside her body watch
Wear a uniform
Bust through apartment homes and oak doors
Shoot by the road, river, under the moon and stars
Take two seconds to finish a child in the park
Bust a girl’s jaw in the library
Rain bullets in a parked car
Stand your ground until earth has holes
Arrest a woman for not signaling a lane change
Release her corpse from jail
Slam a child near a pool
Remove a son from his classroom desk
Choke a husband on the floor of a diner
Escalate
Escalate
Escalate your fear
Reach for the gun
You know you are always already free
Earn your bloody badge
Shoot while their dark hands are raised to heaven

Don’t.

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What the Little Brown Girl Lost | Marcelius Braxton - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

What the Little Brown Girl Lost | Marcelius Braxton

Police lights; remain calm.
Bang. Seven shots.
Hysterics, tears, shouting.
Close your eyes, little brown girl.
Maintain your innocence for just one more day.
One peek. Left eye.
Blood stained shirt.
Close your eyes.
Second peek. Right eye.
Motionless body. Heartbreak.
Destroyed innocence.

Useless trial. Same verdict.
Not guilty.
The banging of a blood-soaked gavel releases the jury.
Let’s begin to heal they say.
Move on,
and brace for more sirens.
Will we make it home?

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Systemic Depression | Tana Cambrelen - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Systemic Depression | Tana Cambrelen

They killed my ancestors for being black.
They killed my ancestors for slavery.
They killed my ancestors for speaking back.
They killed my ancestors for trying to be free.
Yet they called us the problem.
I hope they don’t kill me.

They killed my grandparents over protests.
They killed my grandparents because they wanted equal rights.
They killed my grandparents because they wanted the same restrooms.
They killed my grandparents because they put up a fight.
Yet we’re a problem.
I hope they don’t kill me.

They killed my daddy over cigarettes.
They killed my brother over skittles and iced tea.
They killed my sister for sleeping on the sofa.
They killed my uncle for CDs.
They killed my aunt for “driving recklessly.”

They’re still calling us the problem.
They’ve stripped me of my family.
If I call them the problem,
they will probably kill me.
I’ll be another hashtag on Twitter.
My sister will lose a sister,
while my murderer walks free
as I’m buried six feet under
simply for being me.

Chicago Blues | John Robert Bland - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Chicago Blues | John Robert Bland

I have been shot many times
by bullets of hate
Lain face down in my blood
as death stole my fate
With siren and uniforms
they surround me with markers
Framed by my rich plasma
as my Picasso looms larger
Hauled off by employees
in zipped disposal bags
No doubt the most attention
I have ever had
And I can hear mama
asking Jesus why me
Like the chorus to a song
play on
play on
as long as they keep killing me

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