They think I’m so stupid, announce my crime before I do it.

But they so stupid, thought Castile [cast steel]

was my request instead of my name.

Five steel bullets casted in my chest

The last two missed my daughter but hit her innocence.

It’s still bedded in the backseat of a car

that would have one day been hers

inhaling my blood off the driver side cushion.

My lover still called my killer ‘sir’ after watching him kill me.

He said I got the nostrils of a crook

I’m the wide nose Negro in heaven

New body made of broken taillights

begging God to boil this country in my daughter’s tears.

Who Am I?