my best poem

This might be my best poem

or better yet just the next poem

the one after the last one

I promise not to expound on how blacks blood

goes splaaaaat on the ground when they blast guns

no

not this time around

I’m going to elevate

over guns and curbs

before I utter a word I’m going to meditate

but don’t get it confused

I defeat demons

I refuse to lose or retreat from heathens

I keep my feet on the head of the snake

I wont let hell escape

with stress that will stretch out your purpose

until its out of shape and perverted so you don’t operate the way that your meant too…