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Dressed to Kill | Renee Drummond-Brown - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Dressed to Kill | Renee Drummond-Brown

We brush our teeth, knowing
the upside-down smile
blocks our speech.

We wash our face
hoping the sterile mask
gently stays in-its place.

We put our shoes-on,
knowing there’s no job
for “us” to trod.

We put our pants-on,
knowing we ain’t got
a leg to stand on.

We put on
our white tee-shirt(s),
knowing by the days end,
it’ll be filled with red bullet holes.

This is what I do know.
The body of armor
covers-up a Motherless-childs’
city potholes.

Casket sharp.
That’s what I know.
Best dress fo-sho.

Dedicated to: Good to be seen, not viewed. ‘Ya heard me?

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Civil Servants | Langley Shazor - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Civil Servants | Langley Shazor

Blue lights
White skin
Silver cuffs
Black wrists
Blood red
Protecting and serving
Whose interests?
Violence begets more violence
But why do the opposite
Meet the same demise?
On both sides
Lines drawn in the sand
Barriers made in streets
Standoffs and showdowns
“Put down your weapon”
Which one’s drawn?
Hypocrites

Public Service Announcement | J.K. Durick - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Public Service Announcement | J.K. Durick

October, in case you didn’t know, is
Domestic violence awareness month,
So we get a chance to call attention to
And celebrate where we find ourselves.
We have created the home version of
The game too many have played publicly,
Violence enough to go around, combat
Made small, gang wars, major crime
Miniaturized to fit living rooms and
Family rooms, bedrooms and kitchens,
Combatants well-known to each other
Crying, captured, learning that pain has
Become an equal share commodity, be-
Coming part of a statistic we cringe to
Hear about and to be forcefully made
Aware of; like this, October has become
The cruelest month.

America | Anuja Ghimire - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

America | Anuja Ghimire

Shoot a father before his toddler
Empty bullets into the belly of a baby-bearing mother
while her children outside her body watch
Wear a uniform
Bust through apartment homes and oak doors
Shoot by the road, river, under the moon and stars
Take two seconds to finish a child in the park
Bust a girl’s jaw in the library
Rain bullets in a parked car
Stand your ground until earth has holes
Arrest a woman for not signaling a lane change
Release her corpse from jail
Slam a child near a pool
Remove a son from his classroom desk
Choke a husband on the floor of a diner
Escalate
Escalate
Escalate your fear
Reach for the gun
You know you are always already free
Earn your bloody badge
Shoot while their dark hands are raised to heaven

Don’t.

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Past Life Regressive #29 | Ryan Quinn Flanagan - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Past Life Regressive #29 | Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The conqueror rode into our village
on a white horse
just as had been prophesied
and I lowered my head as though the dirt
held some last grainy magic
wondering what had been done to so offend
the star people
and when our women were lead away
in irons
not a single man cried because
that was the way
knowing the skulls of our sky children
would weep for us
long after they were
discovered.

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