I've been lagging on my #NaPoWriMo posts here, but not on my Facebook! So...I'll catch yall up.
descriptions of people I love
nigga got hands like hammers
hard and heavy
sandpapery and rough
and heavy
know he a working man
by the tough crush of hand
i aint that big
on hand crushing
still
i grip his hand tight
nigga name sound dangerous
Damo
like.
short for “mind yo' mothafucking business”
back here
over there. he
sold me some bullshit weed
back of the bar
in some city by the water, Baltimore or Philly
I can’t remember which
I needed to smoke to deal with
that bullshit
poor though and Black
maybe it was Camden
she got bright purple hair
and nails
everything done
Instagram Poppin
her shit fresh
but her kid
is miserable
nose runny
snotty ass
kid with
socks but no shoes
or coat or bottle or snacks
Moms iPhone 6
68 degrees outside
is a betrayal
on my train,
a youngblood
brown and beautiful
fly girlfriend who he will either marry or fuck over
or fuck over and marry later.
or marry and oh never mind
today they are in love
and today is today
they are young black and shiny
on the 38 Muni bus to the Movies in Japantown
sophisticated
but still nervous
…please no cops
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