Chopped with the same tenacity,
Gushing from me not water and jelly,
But bloody Xs upon my black husk.
The value of my life, a coconut?
I went to search and find,
Yet for me they’ll search and find
And find me dropped and marked a sign.
My life was not a coconut.
I wasn’t sweet to my vendor,
There was nothing about me he enjoyed.
Discarding, not a coconut but just another black boy.
Regards
Malik Lewis (23 years)
