Mom, I never thought this day would come where you’d
watch me walk that stretch of land to collect my destiny
a piece given to me, signed and sealed with ink and
my body lying in the street for hours in a pool of
water flowing down to me when we swam together
and you heard them clap and cheer and say  
“He had his hands up” but the officer’s narrative
changed my tassel from left to right and you cried
when they gave you my body, pierced my side and one to the head
on my shoulders sat everything you poured into me—I never thought this day would come.