For Philando Castile, his family, and our community
He was no one
to me, but never
no body
Yet in an instant
he became
every body
Every body
sacrificed
Every body
agonizing
Every body
screaming
Does there need
to be war
to be a warrior
Does there need
to be death
to make peace
Look at his face—
not the gun
or the four-year-old
Who now, forever
has to see
Look at the life
in his eyes
the tender life
And the horror of a woman
who will never see
How do you hold
your hands over
a volcano
Make the erupting
stop—god is suffering
more they say
But is it enough
I can’t turn
up the volume
of my skin
Cannot make
it darker and reverse
the night
Or wail the same
cry as those
who loved him
I cannot claim
to ever know the truth
of being in his body
All I know
is that a body
is never no body
And when a heart stops
life is lost
And when hearts stop
lives are lost
Black earth streams red
and then black again
and mountains of grief arise
A body is never
no body
His body was never
nobody
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