Count how many of our sons don’t have surnames.
Count how many of their fathers won’t see 45.
Count all the crack fiends on your finger-toes.
Wake up my black family and raise your fists.
I saw there a slightly black guy living in the White House.
What’s going on in there?
Like a fool, I ignored the gossip news
Once Tupac, dead.
(In memory of Trayvon Martin, fatally shot, February 26, 2012. May your soul rest in peace.)