Because the world is a violent one
and screaming death a song
so routine is its lyrics
crooked notes twisted
and then dropped
like lifeless bodies
a glass vase
shattering
crackling
like fire on the mountain
and no one seems to be
on the run
I write truth
because its better to spill ink
than blood
Last night
I heard angels mourn
their tears fell like hailstones
from the sky
they told me
another person died
I write truth
because light chose not to shine today
the sun looked down
and vowed that it was too dangerous
on the ground
I write truth
because the world is crying out
cause it ain’t safe no more
not like a piece of paper
and black ink
not safe like blue lines
and poetry
I write truth because
Maya ain’t here no more
and somebody’s got to tell that woman
she’s phenomenal
somebody’s got to sing that man
a song
that ain’t full of lyrics
that bleed
I write truth
because Langston told us
to bring him our heart melodies
that he may wrap them in a blue cloud cloth
away from the two ruff fingers
of the world
dear Langston
here is mine
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