Posted in Poems

Our Stop

Stop offering
the rest of your time,
skin colour;
I left last Thursday.

It won’t work.
This is our stop.
It’s me.

No. No. No.
Oh my god.

I’ll be your bad guy.

-10.13.16

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Trying to find the right words.

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