Negritude

I Know I’m Hard to Look At by Gabrielle Ralambo-Rajerison

I Know I’m Hard to Look At by Gabrielle Ralambo-Rajerison

On the news, / they say there was two seconds between police arriving / and their shooting the twelve-year-old boy. / Twenty-seven inches between them / and a man they’d shoot a year and a half later. / My life is a garden full of unturned rocks.