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