All the Sinners Bleed

by S.A. Cosby

An African American man had been shot by two white deputies. Didn’t matter who was sheriff, there were

going to be serious questions asked. Titus knew this, and even though some people wouldn’t believe it, he agreed with them. The history of policing in America, especially south of the Mason-Dixon, made those questions necessary.

To a lot of Black folks, including Jamal, he was now blue instead of Black.

And now his Blackness, a thing that was as intrinsic a part of him as his arms and legs, was being challenged by a man who six months ago

was selling more Oxy and molly to his own people than he sold to the Tylers and Madisons of the county.

Gagged

the irony of his own fragility or privilege.

Phew

because of his own hard work, not because he was white or the son of the richest family in the county.

“Terrible people can do good things sometimes. But they like doing the terrible things more.

“You taking their side, why am I not surprised?”

LOL

“Was it the white kid with the dreads?”

Now thats interesting

He took off his badge and put it in his pocket.

Iktr

“I’m going to find him, and you’re going to stay out of my way. We are not having this conversation again. And the next time you see me, you address me as Sheriff Crown. Now get the fuck out of my office,” Titus said.

Im hollering rn

violence begets more violence and all violence is a confession of pain. Hurt people tend to hurt people.