Mr. Mail Man
(by Adolfo Davis, from Thoughts of A Broken Child)
Mr. Mail Man, please don’t pass me by today.
I need to receive some love from the outside world.
I guess they went on with their lives.
I don’t know how many more pass-bys I can take from the mail man,
So please don’t pass me by today.
The last letter I got was one I sent myself,
Just to hear them say “Davis” you got mail.
Because hearing your name called for mail is a feeling of grace, love, peace, joy and happiness all in one.
Because you feel someone cares.
But, when your name isn’t called,
It’s like getting your heart broke for the first time.
You never want to feel that pain again,
But you still put yourself out there hoping you get mail.
So today Mr. Mail Man, Please don’t pass me by.
P.S. I was passed up once again
I am very happy to publish this poem by Ebony Delaney. Ebony is a woman who is currently incarcerated in a California men’s prison. Her poem came to me via a reader of this blog named Tyler who corresponds with Ebony. They share poetry, books, and short stories with each other. I am honored to share Ebony’s work here.
My friend Crista Noel wrote a few words about the first day of Dante Servin’s trial for killing Rekia Boyd. Crista co-founded Women’s All Points Bulletin, a local organization focused on police violence against women. She has been a steadfast supporter of Rekia’s family for years. I appreciate that she has given me permission to publish this.
Court Day 1
by Crista Noel
For reasons unknown the rain reminded me of my grandfathers funeral.
Or maybe not
being shot in the head by the security guard he hired to protect the bowling alley he managed, was the revelation
My grandmothers old wives tale was true
when it rains on the day of a funeral
the Angels are crying
I was driving to a funeral,
and the Universe was storming.
As with all trials there is confusion and worry. They told Martinez it may be postponed because the Judges house flooded, but he did not disappoint.
The News crews filmed the family and the advocates, surrounding Martinez, they spoke passionately as I watched through the window.
Inside Angela expressed her grief, her anger barely subsided,
she will never forgive
Her sister sat quietly, as we all did, in the Courtroom as Dante’s face turned beet red as the charges and the punishment became real
in that moment
Icka testified she was angry that her sister was shot in the head and Antonio was only shot in the hand.
“How is that fair” she cried
They all ran from Dante’s bullets
and she cried
Over Rekia’s body
They wouldn’t let her ride to the hospital with Rekia
and Rekia hated being alone
For a moment Dante was alone with Rekia, talking on his cellphone when the cops arrived
What was he saying
How did he feel
This was caught on tape