POETRY

Hip Hop Found Poem

By

for Trayvon Martin

Aim for the sky. Cock the shit and shoot.

The block is. Hot, the block is hot
Ashes to ashes, dust to... Dust
It. Watch it. Turn it. Leave it.
                                                 Stop.

We do this. For the street, we do
"Either love me or leave me alone."

The whole world loves it when you don't.

But, Amen, you know this. God bless
Your arms too short to box with God.

Erica Dawson is the author of two books of poetry: The Small Blades Hurt (Measure Press, 2014) and Big-Eyed Afraid (Waywiser, 2007). Her poems have appeared in Best American Poetry, Barrow Street, Harvard Review, Virginia Quarterly Review, and other journals and anthologies. She lives in FL, where she's an Assistant Professor of English and Writing at The University of Tampa, and teaches in both the undergraduate and low-residency MFA programs.

Aim for the sky. Cock the shit and shoot.

The block is. Hot, the block is hot
Ashes to ashes, dust to... Dust
It. Watch it. Turn it. Leave it.