Watermelon
by Robalu Gibsun

Their WHITE teeth stand
behind their mouths
the way their pale bodies
stand behind the wood table.

In front of the church
they hand me a flyer,
a Frisbee and offer me
a slice—of watermelon.

As a young BLACK man, I want
to take that juicy piece of watermelon
AND SHOVE IT DOWN THEIR FUCKING THROATS!!!

but I politely decline.