A BLACK BODY STUFFED IN A VILLANELLE ...........................................................................JAYA MONTAGUE

EDITOR'S CHOICE

A Black Body Stuffed in a Villanelle

Poem by Jaya Montague

One day, I’m going to be a star. Immortalized on a t-shirt at a justice walk, Momma pray that I make it to the squad car.

Bury me in my hood. I don’t want my soul too far and save my voicemail for some rapper’s album, real talk. One day, I’m going to be a star.

Spray paint my face on the hearse’s hood. Clean up the shot scar. My copper brown skin decayed to a grey cast; they’ll gawk. Momma pray that I make it to the squad car.

Bathing in blood for wearing a hood. This life is bizarre. My starring role on CNN, cemented like caulk. One day, I’m going to be a big star.

My killer will don their white hood. Press my head to the tar and slather my entrails to serve the best hawk. Momma, is being a nigga, all we are?

The bullets still go through the cap and hood. Never on par, they can’t ignore me in death, even after the cleanup of chalk.

One day, I’m going to be a star. But Momma, if you’re reading this, I didn’t make it to the car.