~macy-

“

Death wears too much cologne,
the kind you imagine your father might wear,
and always carries chapstick in their pockets.
Death is the life
of the party.
all Hell Yeah’s
and This Is My Jam
all two step and red solo cup
all Black                         nail polish 
Death has no gender,
but you know them when you see ‘em.
they are always so happy.
Black                             hair             
and a big grin. Death is always stuntin on you 
at the mall. all new sneakers and lip gloss.
you know them when you hear them.
they’re the eleven ‘o’ clock gunshots 
by your bedroom window. 
police cars and sirens.
you don’t dare to look
but you can guess.
all concrete and bullet holed.
all Black                                                Black

you are so afraid of Death now.
you see them

everywhere.

I AM TRYING TO FIGHT MY DEMONS BUT THEY LOOK JUST LIKE ME, Kiki Nicole

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