Poverty is Violence

Pretty soon empty spoons cut gums

like razor blades across faces in penitentiaries

the summer of 98 took lives

off of family porches


out of family portraits

it also took the Jordan's off of Jermaine's feet

along with his breath

last words were "don't scuff em"


when people don't eat

They eat each other bone and all

I AM, staring at an empty closet

waiting for the bones to fall


because an empty stomach

gets filled with lucifer

we been keeping the door locked

everyday this June 

the wavy apparitions rising from concrete

reminded us, summer was in


the heat was on