Life
She aborted,
Rather than have a child
Born into a society
That would fight
For the child’s birth,
But neglect its life
For that
She was labeled a monster
By the gun wielding pro-lifers
Relentlessly protesting her
Choice
She was low income and “uneducated”
So they assumed
She was irresponsible
Fucking
Without a conscious
For peer pleasure
and then aborting
To avoid the responsibility of
Raising her child
They argue
Over the specifics
Of when does a life become a life
While supporting a death penalty
That does not deter crime
and time after time has aborted
Innocent lives
They stand hypocritically
On their pedestals
Condemning women for their actions
While ignoring the details of their own
Heinous past
Every woman killed
In the name of being a witch
was an abortion
Every lynching
Of an innocent soul
was an abortion
Every death
Resulting from the Tuskegee experiment
Was an abortion
Every murder
Of an Indigenous human
As a result of smallpox blankets
Was an abortion
Every unarmed man
Shot in the back in the name of Justice
Was an abortion
Every young soldier
Killed overseas under the false pretense
Of stopping terrorism
Was an abortion
Every Presidentially sanctioned bomb
Dropped from an unmanned Drone
That took the life of an
Innocent human being
In the name of war
Was an abortion
Every child
Who senselessly dies
At the hands of starvation
Is an abortion,
and
an abomination
By us
…and we
Condemn her
For her choices
For her lack of humanity
For her carelessness
In reality
She may be
The only one among us
Who feels guilty
About the life she took
Who is the monster?
10 Minutes
I remember
The dim lights of the lamppost
The thick aroma of nicotine sticks
The blaring sound of sirens
Followed by the ambulance
Throttling through red lights in a hurried fashion
The deliberate crawl of a patrol car
With its profiling eyes
Unabashedly shifted in our direction
I remember
The crowd
Huddled together
Just outside of the building
Passionately
Discussing
Debating
Animated hand gestures
Fluctuating tones
As the conversation
Effortlessly shifted
From topic to topic
I remember
The interruptions
By invisible beaten souls
Passing by
Stopping
Long enough to make a simple request
Preceded by an elaborate story
Of unfathomable circumstance
“You got some change you can spare?”
“You got a cigarette I can borrow?”
“You got a cellphone I can use?
Just before they drifted
Back into the dark shadows
I remember
The tacit acknowledgment
Of old Jim Crow laws
As the same pig as before slithered by
Hiding behind the flood light
His message?
Too many “Nigg*rs” congregating
In one location
I remember
Dispersing
To the rhythmic sounds
Of hand slaps
Brief hand shakes
Man hugs
Two finger salutes
Honest head nods
and the words
“Stay up brother”
“Be safe out there aight”
As we quietly walked to our cars
In pairs
I remember
Him,
Drifting in from nowhere
Just as I was getting ready to open my door
I remember
Conversing,
For ten minutes
Time stood still
The interruptions ceased
The sirens stopped blaring
The pigs stopped profiling
And we stood there
Pouring out our soul
Before parting ways
I remember
Every single word
We shared
Life
Love
Fatherhood
Homelessness
Education
Joblessness
America
And his first love
I remember him saying
This is the first time
He’s felt human in months
The first time
Anyone has listened in years
The first time
He hasn’t felt hopeless
In forever
I remember
Every single word
But I can’t remember him
I can’t remember his eyes
His complexion
His height
His weight
His mannerisms
I can’t even remember
The sound of his voice
..and still
I recall his story of survival
When the going gets tough
..and still
I wonder
If he’s out there
..and still
I wonder
If I would I recognize him
When we crossed paths again
..and still
I wonder
Has his life made a turn
For the better
Like they always do in those tear jerking movies
It was only ten minutes
But it was long enough
To leave a lifetime impression
I think about him often
Pray for him daily
Send positive energy
Into the Universe
Hoping it will somehow
Make its way
To him,
The man,
Whose soul spoke to me
Whose face I can’t remember
Because he was invisible
Inconsistent
For all of her high ideals and lofty aspirations America has been consistently inconsistent since the beginning of its inception. Good thing I look to God for guidance. Otherwise I would be lost.