Blue Medusa

This isn't Rome

I'm standing still because of statutes

Stone grill: I a carved marble statue

not a muscle dares,

Near frozen by the fear,

let it go I hear

over shoulder: perfect pass

if I get shot over a penalty

Is it clear?

my arms are arms?

a load chopper; in his shades,

do those aviators make me even darker?

(if I studied aviation I could take off I can hover, I can…)

Wait.

he's moving closer,

every hair strand an antenna,

I can feel him,

The smell of disdain on his glare,

stained blood on his hands,

another brother,

my brother

Guiltier with every pace so

-- show your hands,

foot mixed with concrete

I take this order serious,

my motions are motive

and mistaken for resist,

Wait.

Is it his stare or am I ******

(Why did I decide to go my friends wouldn't believe this…)

limitations to the thoughts;

am I arrested or caught?

I'm cold on the surface,

Erode so slow is my sediment evidence,

A blue god so I'm pacified,

I'm hesitant,

he calls and I say that I'm innocent,

I'm witnessing

the transitioning from eruption to ocean

-- volcanic

Blue Medusa,

can you only sculpt destruction?

(I'm not 3 dimensional, I'm real and I matter, I'm real and I matter)

I'm real,

But I shatter,

Gravel if determined that I'm rude so I can't breath,

Gravel if My license plate removed I don't leave,

I don't speak,

I don't flee,

I'm not free,

I believe,

That this happen to my mothers, mother

mothers' brother,

Brother from another was granite

and granted he's valuable

but only in a home

-- of course

I'm quartz in the making

A corpse still shaking

Cause a wallet was mistaken

Or I.D. was misplaced

So, I'm on the rocks

since the bar says that I'm a criminal,

velvet rope divider marks my life

and a vigil,

a wake,

or a hashtag,

you choose,

glass house,

Cold Stone’s,

rocky road,

Medusa licks his finger tips

same finger which

petrified me in the first place,

Reminded I'm in Rome

as I'm standing there motionless

a statue for display

or a trophy for the kitchen,

this art is not for sale

there will be no shipping,

With solidarity

through our solidification,

It won't matter if I look back,

I Matter and I’m Black.

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