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The Story Isn’t New
you tell me about Easter and I’ll
tell you about the year
where during unprecedented
global crisis we
rejected a Jewish
messiah with good ideas
in favor of a landlord
who pussy grabs you by the throat
makes you a whore
collects the rent and tells you
to get bent
in Brooklyn
because money grows on trees
in politics and in policies
in certain yards and on the backs of
teenagers in the National Guard
but not in Queens
where there isn’t enough PPEs
to keep nurses alive and
disproportionate numbers of black men will die
yeah tell me about Easter
on Flushing Street
and I’ll tell you about tombs in city parks
streets empty before dark
because there is no Holy Night
in the Bronx
where ice drips in the streets
snow queen reigns in the sheets
fire fighters brought to their knees
in September April and eternities
sure there’s walking dead men
but there is no rising on Fordham
