4/40/92 for rodney king (Lucille Clifton)

I was very young when the Rodney King event happened, so this poem by Lucille Clifton doesn't resonate with me much.

I mean, I like the sound of it. The musicality that comes through even though there is no punctuation.

I like that even if you had zero idea of who Rodney King was, you would still get that a sense of ethnic/racial inequity.

Favorite line: "so the body / of one black man / is nobody"

so the body of one black man is nobody

so the body of one black man is nobody