what do you see across the street
you and your family survived by any means
trying to break out
of the road paint, across
23rd st., across Wisconsin, across
the faces of my friends, who come and grimace
at danger, the darker they think
the riskier, and we still speak different languages,
i'm a human variant,
I GOT ONE MORE THING ID LIKE
TO TALK TO YAW ABOUT RIGHT NOW
there's better ways out.
guilt isn't one of them.
nor is blame.
to be strong you have to survive to survive you need to know need
closely like a younger brother you are protecting.
across 110th street i'm watching Womack drink a coffee and i'm drinking a coffee
and time is pressing paper down somewhere else but not in my brain.
after this we will throw a house party.
across these streets and down that beautiful broad park
where i'm told not to go people are tested every day.
somebody shed my skin naked and now everything is a paler or darker
brown and i mean mug yaw who tell me i should think differently.
EVERY CITY YOU FIND THE SAME THING GOING DOWN
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