the streets don't extend forgiveness
the streets demand family
not the blood kind
most come in couples
carrying a child helps find housing
no matter how near labor day creeps
many more come in mixed groups
i scrambled for my people and stuck to them
it is necessary to discern who to trust
YOU ARE READING
long gone (save me from this hell)
Poetryquatervois. trigger warning. highest rankings #2 in blackpoet #3 in spokenword #3 in prosepoetry seventh poetry collection (2024)
