James Wilson Poetry

Mass bombings are memorialized Yet shooting a mass when emotionally triggered for whatever reason Yields yet a news story I guess it’s just so boring Or is it that when the narrative fueled by guts and glory Perpetually repeats in a generational retelling the telling of this story I remember…

Being black in today's churches where most of which are contemporary Feels like standing on the shore of vision casted beaches Where the sun shines so bright and crystal clear water breaches dreamt up castles of sand Like having your towel and your umbrella and having to explain your inability…