• Art and Photography,  Poetry

    Five Poems and Photography by Leslie King

    We. The(m) People.

    They killin us. Dead.
    My Mama is dead.
    Killed her, too.
    Them CIA drugs.
    Them “projects.”
    Them homeless shelters.
    I am an experiment.
    Black life in America is a science project.
    Like welfare.
    No acres. No mule.
    No real liberty.
    But plenty-o-methadone
    laced with signatures
    on bills that act.
    Soothe them with
    pseudo freedom.
    Kill ‘em with
    Black claustrophobia.
    Black desperation.
    Black plagues.
    Black plaques
    for Corrupt Cop of Year!
    Slaughter the best of ’em.