poetry
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Lie to you for fun? Most underwear are racist. It’s not from their jeans. Read more
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Struck with the blunt end A blade’s soft side flirts like love Heartbreak is a kink Read more
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What’s this? In still mist I thought I buried you! Clinched fist. I knew, without rue! Salted lash. Eye on… Read more
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What is self-love for a black man? For a Black Man, a Black Man like me. My body knows a… Read more
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I’ve risen To the playful echos of sunrise I Count notes of night, flattened To make Room for my perfect… Read more
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I’ve done it. I’m officially an adult. That’s right folks, I am the dog that caught the car; watch as… Read more