all the men you thought “unbroke” themselves are leaving and I'm pro’ly gon leave now, too, I know you thinking, stars, with deep, familiar scars, barks, backpacks, bars climbed through your screens,
Opened the blinds and the men were still here. A breeze caught my skirt but did not catch a violent eye. I turned to my neighbor and our memories began to cry. We poured them into a cup and offered th
All of the boys from my hood are angry and I know their secrets. All the boys from my hood whistle when I walk by, call the boy who don’t whistle a f----- All the boys from my hood like to be called a