I picked up a new edition of a textbook I'm using in a fall creative writing class and came across Sekou Sundiata's poem, "Blink Your Eyes." I haven't read the poem in a while, even longer since I thought about Sekou's passing. A lovely man--such as loss.
In light of the Trayvon Martin verdict, and now stop and frisk laws in the news, I was struck by how many of us (and by "us," I mean people of color) have poems about being presumed guilty. I have my own takes on the subject in each of my collections.
Here's video of Sekou's beautiful poem. Also, here's the text of the poem. You gain a real appreciation of his talent for performance when you look at the words vs. the video.