Ace of Spades

by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

I just let myself drift, aching as I think about Dre and how it hurts to see him here, where they beat him for being a boy who likes boys.

I hate how they have the power to kill my future, kill me. They treat my Black skin like a gun or a grenade or a knife that is dangerous and lethal, when really it’s them. The guys at the top powering everything.