Kayla Cooking Their Final Meal For the Community (Poem for Kayla Moore)

You smell that

But it’s not ready

The table is not set

So in the meantime let me tell you a story

I am black but

Kalyla could be my sister

Not because we have th same last name, MOORE

Forget the police I  want moore

frrom my community

Stop over looking Kayla’s full identity

Yes say the correct gender, name & disability

Like me, Kayla was a poet

IQ off the scale Kayla’s words will live on & you know it

Not the same answer over over over

No more police crisis intervention training that shit is over

Berkeley, disability meca

Same place where Disability profiling

Happens over over over and over

especially if you are a person of color

Police I don’t want to talk to ya

Courtroom justice is one thing

Community justice is on going

Poor magazine says no police calls ever

Today I have a fever

Flipping the same coin over and over Democracte or Republican

Policy goes in, watered down & teeth pulled out

Here we go again

Real support came from family & Kayla’s community

Those are the ones who should have been called

All the funds go to the popo the system is flawed

Before we go into the courtroom

sweep sweep pull out the broom

no all White Jurry

They will look like Kayla Moore

Kayla still in the kitchen

A tasty aroma like a thick curry

The first & last supper

That will have you  drooling

beyond Jurry, lawyer and judge

It will be a community fest

Kayla will feed & after we will finally let Kayla rest in peace

By Leroy F. Moore Jr. 9/16