ODE TO JACOB BLAKE
Daddy I’m 8 years old;
old man, I’m 5 years old;
yo old men: I’m 3 years old;
these many fingers on one hand.
America just shot our daddy at least 7 times in the BACK. 7 times while we watched in
horrer (I can’t spell that word cause I’m only 3). But it was 1,2,3,5,7 times in back. Can’t
really count too (sic) well. They say daddy is paralyzed. What does that mean? Where’s my
mommy? America shot daddy. Where’s my Batmobile? Didn’t America see me? I want an
icy pop. I’m f’ing three years old. I’m gonna sleep. Daddy be alright, right bigger bro?
Baby bro, I’m 5. What say you biggest bro?
I’m in 3rd grade my brothers. But America sees me as BabyMAN. They never really see me
tho. They don’t love me. They don’t teach me nuttin’ in school; school to jail pipeline.
Now I got y’all cause I’m 8.
America shot my daddy in the back while I looked at his face. He was looking at my face.
Did he see my future?
Daddy come back, please.
Wiscon-SIN REPENT! Children: God NAH sleep. There’s a time and place even for the
reckoning. IT A COME! It may be slow, but it’s certain to COME. It requires all of US to DO
LHF – Love, Hope and faith!