Black Boy Auditions For His Own Funeral

“Take what flowers grow from me, make a bouquet from my mother, for all mothers who lose children and are left with shovels to bury what they thought would be the rest of their lives.”

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black boy auditions for his own funeral
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how is that did my silence break the
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small mother in your chest I was going
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for this closed casket kind of quiet you
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know thought make things more real like
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an autopsy cause of death
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racism time of death when white America
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opened my auction block mouth poured
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nigger down my throat and it became the
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only language I knew poison so thick you
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could call it an accent call it self
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hate you know a ruined black boy be a
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fresh meal be what prisons fill their
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wallets with black movies so low-budget
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we could use the concrete instead of a
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crucifix yes Vaughn heaven had a casting
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call so I’ve been training with a cop
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you know he told me to get against the
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wall
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told me that to get on the ground told
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me to save my lines with his gun and my
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mouth they didn’t believe there could be
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a God in my sometimes church body and
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thirsty for faith they shot rounds at my
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stained-glass skin wanted to see a God
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they look like them who’s from the
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rapture of me but I look the part yet I
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spend all day with the mortician they
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liked me they saw my headshot you can
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put as many holes in me as you want I
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could dance despite the bullets these
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seeds police planted to make me a feel
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of blooming things like activists and
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protests and hashtags at the morgue
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they held me like a mother would but not
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like my mother did at the hospital
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trying to squeeze the rhythm back into
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my chest will the sequel won’t be about
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my mother in a courtroom wailing her way
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into a settlement of I was holy doing my
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job and a check to pacify her raging
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blood take what flowers grow from me
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make a bouquet from my mother for all
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mothers who lose children and are left
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with shovels to bury what they thought
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would be the rest of their lives roll
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the credits a round of applause for
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every cop that made it to the big screen
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with their hands too full of fun to
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raise new retirement money to carry any
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kind of accountability to
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walk out the theater all the names of
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the taken from us too soon ascending
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into some rushed and forgotten heaven
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let my death be your last take and in
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this final shot when you burying me make
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sure you get my good side
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[Applause]

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