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mahogany L. Browne

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The name of this poem is: 

               How to write a poem about ferguson 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               How a black man dies and no one makes a sound 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

                Everywhere is Ferguson 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               When the moonrise sounds like gunshots 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               How to teach your babies to walk and not run, ever. 

 

               Or 

How to teach your babies to carry a wallet the size of your smile 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               How not to smile & make yourself a target 

 

Or 

The name of this poem is: 
               How to write a poem the same size of Emmett Till’s lungs 

               after they pulled him from the Tallahatchie River 

 

               Or 

               How to write a poem about America’s thirst 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               Black blood’ll keep you thirsty 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               I’m still thirsty, An American Horror Story 

 

               Or 

               How to write an escape route from a tornado 

 

               Or 

               How to write an escape route when the tornado’s name 

               is Stop & Frisk 

 

               Or 

               How walk the streets without fearing someone will cut your neck open 

 

               Or 

               How to walk into a boardroom without fearing someone will cut your legacy open 

 

               Or 

               How to walk without asking for it 

 

               Or 

               How to walk without asking for it 

 

               Or 

               How to determine what “asking for it” looks like 

 

               Or 

               How “asking for it” feel like a church bombing 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               How to not intimidate nobody in 3 small steps 

 

               Or 

               How to use your science books as Teflon 

               & how that still might not work 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               How to write about the one time you held a gun 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               How to write about the one time you had a gun pointed to your face 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               How to write about the one time you had a gun pointed to your face 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               How to write about the one time you had a gun pointed to your face 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               How to write about the one time you had a gun pointed to your face 

 

               Or 

How to write a poem from the perspective of a cop’s gun 

<                                                                           > a cop’s tazer 

<                                                                            > a cop’s gun 

<                                                                            > a cop’s boot 

<                                                                            > a cop’s baton 

 

               Or 

The name of this poem is: 

               How to write poem without r e p e a t i n g yourself 

No, the name of this poem 

Ain’t got no name                It’s a serious of numbers 

The numbers warn me sweetly:                                “You should be afraid of having a son”