Find Kirsten, your old American Girl.
Bind her with butcher’s twine. Say it’s
her fault that all black dolls were ugly.
You wished your hair would fall like that.
Then put her in the trunk and sit
on it. Smoke swishers. Stomp them out.

Swing by the Metro Mart to get
some Chester Fried Chicken and ask
the guy, Yo, where the 40s at?
so he can tell you how the law
won’t give you more than 36
and you can say, Well, fuck the man.

Today you’re feeling petulant
and someone catcalled you with Girl,
you got some fat steak when your ass
is grown, and he was black and that’s
as bad as when the white guy thought
it fine to say he likes it native.

Feel sated. Keep it hood and ride
dirty. Say, Officer, I’m sorry
but I’m just going to have to play
it louder now. Go on and claim
you stake.If you want harder, you
should have to ask for it by name.