He is a Black man-
walking side by side, my lover and I cause panic.
A sea of unrest sits on the faces of white womyn as they run further into themselves and the lies told to them.
I wait on coke cans and such when he sends me a line asking to be held
and I reply “come over.”
I hear sirens outside
and that terror mounts.
He is a Black man-
walking to me at night,
my lover may trigger panic and
die by waves of unrest.
