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…
