in Hawaii’s embassy, boycotting my state’s embarrassment.
Black teens sneak white hopes to the nude scene of midnight
& blend with the platform to take shape in a different country.
we fund the shapeshift as a marine sport.
mothers tongue-lash long as their saliva allows,
unknowing that spit are waterwheels paddling our teenagers to early wreck.
the cargo ship deposited at the shoreline seems
the only town that wouldn’t stop to kill us.
here, our minders swap corpses for world peace,
while dust signs the corpus to our death warrants.
oh, Hawaii! I’m scripted to your four count-charge:
aqua enticing sailship.
recent comeback for a wanderer hard of hearing,
& the boat cops like leaves, lunging white puff in bloodshot khakis.
imagine I do not make the news this way because my story hits different.
I swear, these headings do not lie.
lies are all we get for body counts.
& I do not aim at statistics or being good in posthumous maths.
what race ropes God to a common pledge at this disgusting degree?
a tedious fashion on the rise.
place me on drugs, say cannabis.
see what loftiness means in its wingless form.
Sophia. N. Ashley(she/they) are black writers of poetry & fiction. Winner of the Bkpw Poetry Workshop Contest 2021 & Pushcart Nominee. They have works previously published in Star*Line Science Magazine, The Quills Journal Nine, Stonecrop Review & elsewhere. They are the author of “Dumb Mandate“. On Instagram, they are @sophiaashley631.
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