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crystal@crystalgood.net

POEM IN PROGRESS

POWER TO THE PEOPLE.
POWER TO THE PEOPLE.
POWER TO THE PEOPLE he chants.
Seventeen times
the age of a son.

It is his prayer a tarry of sorts
for the seventeen phone call he has yet to dial,
the seventeen games he didn’t attend,
the seventeen birthday cards he never sent.

POWER TO THE PEOPLE
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
seventeen times he chants mourning
the death of someone else’s son – 2012
dead at seventeen.

POWER TO THE PEOPLE.

He weeps his own loss, for what it costs, he chants.
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
with his fist held high, he chants in the BLACK rally call.
Drawl string hoodie, he knows he is in a race.

He shouts it louder & LOUDER seventeen times to forgive himself for missing seventeen years.
How could I? He cries.

POWER TO THE PEOPLE.

Signature on the petition – his name, reminding him of his fathers name
He shouts POWER TO THE PEOPLE in outrage and change.
He stands alone among thousands of fathers remembering the most unthinkable of tragedies,
in the dead
this dad, this beat…
POWER TO THE PEOPLE

This is his prayer for protection — to his own, seventeen times he calls it out.

POWER TO THE PEOPLE
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
POWER TO THE PEOPLE

He stops and pulls out his phone, he starts to follow, his own.
Reading seventeen times

It could have been me #justicefortrayvon

POWER TO THE PEOPLE he takes a step before he starts to run – he just wants to go home