Today Dee sent her son on an errand
To drive just seven blocks away
He grabbed the keys and friend sat in passenger's seat
Then his brother wanted to go
Then my son wanted to go
Then Dee and I counted four black boys
To travel seven south central blocks
One with a hood
One with locks
The other an Afro
And the last just because he made four
And then Dee and I screamed No
No
And then the errand wasn't as important as before
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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