Lirio de los Valles


The only justice of the black boy

resides cocked in the chamber

awaiting a false retribution.

This weapon has been baptized

in the blood of strange fruit before

a time in which they would sway

from a tree but in a time

when they created the roots.

When will we realize that there

is no justice, it is just us.

Not once have we asked why the

final resting place of our

young black boys remain in the same

graveyard they were born in.

On the other side of the tracks,

down by the docks near the recreation center that yearns re-creation from its


But we always knew they would bloom

whether in darkness

or by the goddess herself

because no one cares who you are

until you step out into the light.