“this might be my best poem”

“this might be my best poem“

or at the very least the next poem

the one after the last one

I promise not to expound on how blacks blood goes SPLAT 

when they blast guns

NO, not this time around                                                                  

I’m a elevate over guttas

and curbs

before I utter a word

I’m a meditate, but don’t be confused

I defeat demons

I refuse to retreat from heathens

I keep my feet on the head of the snake

wont let hell escape…check out video to this poem-click–