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Too Sweet

Too sweet,
Black boy from the Lower Ninth
Swollen face,
wrecked bones,
no sleep at night.

Too sweet in an adult prison
Trump’s America charged him with treason
Giving Nova Bordelon a reason,
To write and act every season.

For every black dude—
In the Lower Ninth, booed,
By the call of racists,
And the cruelty of the police.
A moment of an extraordinary poignancy
A pregnancy,
For the black writer’s pen.

I leagued with Nova’s voice—
In a fictional revoice
To un-voice the fiendish despot
Marring our society’s melting pot.

Black boys like too sweet,
Deserves everything, if not two, but sweet.

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