I write for black boys who are too anxious to ever feel like magic. I write for boys who rather make love to the sound of dangling bodies coz after all suicide is a heroes game. I write for black boys who look for love underneath beer bottles. I write for me the inflicted heart. I write for us that feel our bodies are not ours coz depression is always throwing weekend parties without our say, i write for me that tried calling heaven home but never had the courage to love the trigger.
