the bullet was a girl Poem by Danez Smith

the bullet is his whole life.
his mother named him & the bullet

was on its way. in another life
the bullet was a girl & his skin

was a boy with a sad laugh.
they say he asked for it—

must I define they? they are not
monsters, or hooded or hands black

with cross smoke.
they teachers, they pay tithes

they like rap, they police—good folks
gather around a boy's body

to take a picture, share a prayer.
oh da horror, oh what a shame

why'd he do that to himself?
they really should stop
getting themselves killed