#NaPoWriMo "youngblood" 20/30

There’s blood in these
streets
Young blood
young
not even 20 times around the sun
somebodies grandbaby
i know because that’s all we could understand her say
“that’s my grandbaby”
“that” dead flesh not “he”
is my grandbaby
she chanted over and over
it’s my baby, grandbaby, thats my baby
over and over baby, mine, grandbaby, dead

I thought I could feel a spirit
struggle and twitch, hesitate
to free itself from the body

these streets got a lot
of blood on them
period blood
young girls getting their first while they on the stroll
getting pimped/abused/raped
blood of sex slave babies

a roomful of your daughter
provided rape victims numbers four, five and six.

Every night, a new one
Babygirl don’t even know where she is
he say he gon tell her Daddy that she didnt run away
He gon tell
and it hurts Daddy, it hurts

Daddy is what he said, not to me, but someone when he died
it’s what he said
and I can still taste
the cold blood in my mouth

every time I walk past that spot
cold corner
that fucking movie
planted on the sidewalk
motion frozen
holding all my memoris

I never lost one like that

youngblood on these streets
the blood on these blocks
is thick
is warm and sticky
and it smells of death

youngblood