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Audacity
Concrete painted the color of our scars red for the blood of every gangsta who died believing that defending a street corner was keeping it real for every nigga who wears degradation like it’s his first name every rebellion that hates nothing more than truth but a mirror prissy pink for every woman who… Continue reading
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Break the Chain
Thought I saw her self-esteem in the carpet. Her back bearing the burden of bare floors and forks that scraped the bottom of clay plates Thought I saw pain on the side of her state of mind. Thought I saw her spirit cut low like the grass. Scattered pieces of forgetfulness floating fluently throughout her… Continue reading
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