[to Trayvon Martin’s Mother]
my birth was a sunset stranded
my exit was full of red blushed skin
and Indian hair.
a revolution baking summer streets with static
and you can’t save me from it, no matter
the kiss hug and “don’t you think you should come home” text
how much you want to shove me back in you/
i’ll never fit again.
© Tyrek Greene
Tyrek Greene is a twenty-year-old English major at Wheaton College in Massachusetts. He has been previously published in Toasted Cheese Literary Journal and Rushlight Literary Journal. His second chapbook dawn will be published this winter by evoL(NYC) Publishing.