for Tim

He was only 19.
Rooted in the gutter-like smell of things.
A mama's boy
Fresh out of school
Chasing a dream…deferred.

Said, he was engineered by the Holy Ghost.
Swarmed in-between the seven hills of
Hip-hop culture,
18 inch rims,
cornrows,
and finger snapping dice games.

Ill-treated
Mentally incarcerated.
Plagued by the last hired, first fired
Epidemic.

Racing for his life,
Captured by a single bullet.
Wide eyes closed shut.

Newspapers lead,
Framed a criminal instead.
Like the Nat Turners of the world.
Who too, started a Revolution.

Sojourner Marable Grimmett