For Aliem

For my dearest friend, Aliem

Your black body

Your black skin

Your black hands

 

I loved you in all your black glory

Since I was young and innocent

 

Life has changed for us since we were carefree

 

My ancestors and yours cry for our generations

 

Who duck and hide from the ones who vowed to protect them

 

Who adorn their bodies with war-paint every morning

 

Every time I see a black woman crying on TV

My instinct is to tell you I love you

 

This is because

Our friendship thrives on the pain of our people

 

I wish we had more to speak about

than another black body hitting the floor.

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