Born into the Blackness

November 30, 2018

the blackness spits on my

skin and heals the wounds


of the words they told me. it

will never release its hold on me.


it becomes attached and seeps

into the blood i stole from you


father. i kiss my teeth like you fa

              ther. i whistle like you fa



you stitched the bandages

and tightened it upon my skin.


i will carry it to my grave

and use it to bless my enemies


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