rotting brick broke
tenement crack(ed) cement scent
acidic sweet amu incense
cubed sugar turmeric tongue
dissolves home honeys
exile with hibiscus syrup swallows
counts children and tasbih
finds ease in numbers dua
in between her legs promise
endurance on fleek
in these side streets alhamdullilah
hustle holds this.
there could never really be justice on stolen land.
glossy offers of movement macchiatos
relocating distressed incomes and dive bars
rising high hiding light and
a colonial cadence blossoms
adorns a neighbourhood in demolition
decades dug as dust stirs fury
releasing spirits and death stories
beneath seven layers of dirt
and she – a roadside banshee
knees pressed into pavement
lamenting young bodies.
 KRS-One lyrics from Sound of Da Police.
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