Poem 5.23.23: My Last Day, Would Be in Bed-Stuy

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My last day Alive 
was in Bed-Stuy.
I felt like an “I”
back in Bed-Stuy.

Bro, the birds
really fly
out in Bed-stuy.
I ain’t gone lie.

I thought “I
I could die”
here in Bed-Stuy.
I thought
I will cry,
leaving Bed-Stuy.


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