Corn Rows

Cornrows 

He only wanted cornrows, 

didn’t think he’d be pursued, 

but they filled him with bullet holes; 

his face imprinted with shoe soles, 

by the screws he was screwed,  

but he only wanted cornrows. 

He did not pay the white man’s toll 

and they were full of certitude,  

so, they filled him, with bullet holes, 

so, they grabbed him, whilst on foot patrol, 

so, they said, just a thug, he had an attitude, 

but, he only wanted...cornrows. 

Still a thug if scoring goals, not saluting their flag poles, 

defined by drugs and slugs and the wearing of a hood, 

filled with bullet holes, forced into pigeonholes, 

like he’s mail under master’s control, 

out of the car onto the sidewalk spewed, 

still, he only wanted...cornrows,  

but, what he got was...bullet holes.