Poem: DAMN

A poem about Kendrick Lamar, rap music, cars, shootings in America, gun laws, police, and white privilege.

Listening to Kendrick Lamar
as we drive around killing time
in the car — but no one killing us

or coming close, because we
ain’t the colour of suspicion.
I never knew suspicion came

in colours until I was old enough
to read the news. Now, everyone
has their views but avoids

the most brutal truths:
Nowhere near enough has
changed. It’s not ok to be born

to such privilege; it’s an ugly
convenience — this world
just isn’t working correctly.