why always gotta be thinking 'bout death?
that's all you ever write, dog
death, death, death
dude, when you gon' start livin'?
they is dealing death on every block,
negro needs to live before he dies -
you could die by gat or glock
without even openin' your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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