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poem about policing

after June Jordan gunshots for all the batty boyssings the man with dreads who wassmiling just a second ago, a wide, unlonelysmile as he approached me—giddy, i'd call it from my distance, because my dreads are lush and on point today, and threaded with jewels that make me think of my mother, and two pendants that came from two separate […]

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