the following haikus were written at various points during quarantine lockdown. they reflect personal and political expressions of what was happening at the time.

i miss my barber

my girl says she’d cut my hair

but black men don’t cheat

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please baby, no more

instagram lives, please baby d

at least monetize 

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i run with ahmaud.

they kill black boys like it’s just

another weekend

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ever get anxious

before therapy, so much

so you cancel it 

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lady liberty

masked up, the crown aint worth much 

If black folks can’t breathe 

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new apartment smell:

wonder, possibility 

racks spent on candles 

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yes - the air is clear 

as amazon ships through death 

the boxes pile high

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one hundred thousand 

dead bodies. moms. pops. bro. sis. 

but the stock market!

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my poor kitchen pleads

for a rest: dishes, snacks, drinks

my fridge should pay rent