My two new lil nieces: Session 1 Lesson 1
“And you very small persons will not have to die
if you make yourselves heard! So come on, now,
and TRY!” — Dr. Seuss
Infant eyes fixed on big colorful pages—
Preschool sister’s holding her. Rocking her
World with reading—student’s ready! Uncle
sent Dr. Seuss—‘Uncle’ s Alphabet’ follows:
A’s for Anti-Black Arm, crooked, tatted, crushing windpipe
B’s for Blu Klux Klan/Baton/Blunt force/Broken bones…
C’s for Cracked skull; Cuffs too tight: Circulation cut off
D’s for Democracy—Don’t believe your lil lying eyes…
E’s for Extremist: ‘white’ supremacist views blasting you as NEWS…
F’s for Flashlight-busted—bloodied scalp—‘Fighting crime’
G’s for Glock—Gun-thug—‘Good shoot’ ’10-ring’/center mass
H’s for Hatred of Black and Brown skins like Yours/like Ours…
I’s for ICE cold-blooded killers hunting families trapped on borders
J’s for Justifiable Homicide/Juvenile Detention/January 6th…
K’s for Knee—on neck 9 min.—blu klux klansman extinguishing cigarette butt
L’s for Legal Lynching; Less Lethal: put eye out/disfigure face/damage brain…
M’s for Mace—in your
face—stay in your place, lovely little ladies!
N’s for Nigger—cops glaring at mirrors, mumbling to themselves—daily…
O’s for Obey—do as they say—whatever nonsense/whatever false pretense
in ‘self-defense’
P’s for Presto! Planted ‘evidence!’ ’Puttin cases on’ people disappearing ‘up the river’
Q’s for Questions cops ask over and over: “Where you going/coming from?????”
R’s for Routine traffic stop Tourettes—Routine potty-mouth ‘field interrogations’
S’s for “Stand down!” The command: Do not STOP murderous knees and arms at work!
T’s for Trauma/Toxic-masculinity—universal viral load—infecting fascists…
U’s for Useless in Uvalde—lovely children and their teachers needlessly died…
V’s for Violence: shopworn ‘service’/product peddled by policing pimps…
W’s for War on the poor; War on the working-class
X’s for X-rays exercising 1st Amendment rights: Assembling/Speaking out.
Y’s for Yearly/tally of blu klux killings normalized as ‘civilized’
Z’s for Zoos barbaric, bestial ‘corrections’ nazis keep for love of money…
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Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. You can Vote for his work at: GoFundMe and PayPal.
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