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The name of this poem is:

How to write a poem about ferguson

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The name of this poem is:

How a black man dies and no one makes a sound

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The name of this poem is:

Everywhere is Ferguson

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The name of this poem is:

When the moonrise sounds like gunshots

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The name of this poem is:

How to teach your babies to walk and not run, ever.

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How to teach your babies to carry a wallet the size of your smile

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The name of this poem is:

How not to smile & make yourself a target

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The name of this poem is:
How to write a poem the same size of Emmett Till's lungs

after they pulled him from the Tallahatchie River

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How to write a poem about America’s thirst

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The name of this poem is:

Black blood'll keep you thirsty

Or

The name of this poem is:

I'm still thirsty, An American Horror Story

Or

How to write an escape route from a tornado

Or

How to write an escape route when the tornado’s name

is Stop & Frisk

Or

How walk the streets without fearing someone will cut your neck open

Or

How to walk into a boardroom without fearing someone will cut your legacy open

Or

How to walk without asking for it

Or

How to walk without asking for it

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How to determine what “asking for it” looks like

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How “asking for it” feel like a church bombing

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The name of this poem is:

How to not intimidate nobody in 3 small steps

Or

How to use your science books as Teflon

& how that still might not work

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The name of this poem is:

How to write about the one time you held a gun

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The name of this poem is:

How to write about the one time you had a gun pointed to your face

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The name of this poem is:

How to write about the one time you had a gun pointed to your face

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The name of this poem is:

How to write about the one time you had a gun pointed to your face

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The name of this poem is:

How to write about the one time you had a gun pointed to your face

Or

How to write a poem from the perspective of a cop's gun

<          > a cop's tazer

<          > a cop's gun

<          > a cop's boot

<          > a cop's baton

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The name of this poem is:

How to write poem without r e p e a t i n g yourself

No, the name of this poem

Ain't got no name          It's a serious of numbers

The numbers warn me sweetly:          “You should be afraid of having a son”