Through the night
(for Daniel Beaty)
can’t run can’t run
the point when
heat rises
the sweat plays
trickster Brer Rabbit
black man can’t
kick those habits
foot balling
still hanging
street corner
bored -born
a single mother
carrying weight
caught in a
racial profile
thug mimics
the gangster
hate those
stereotypes
“n” words
cuz n peeps
whats good
can’t run can’t run
out of energy u
blaze u blunt u spliff u
can’t run can’t run
its jus the street in me
too many carry out
too many handouts
too much candied yam
got gout
I still think
I’m bout I’m bout
old in youngin clothes
baseball caps trumps jersey
you heard me
can’t run can’t run
drank to forties
can’t run can’t run
Robert Gibbons
