Geri

(Warning the story gets a lttle dark and has a sensative topic. I hope I portrayed it well and respectably)

(this is bunch of word barf that I came up with but i wanted to post something:) 



We make small talk and strange conversation 
in the glow of the subway station. 

When did 
my greedy paws 
start feeding my brother and sister? 

When did 
my elders fables 
revamp from boring to brilliant? 

When did 
I stop wailing to the world 

So this is your life now? 

Like a pill? Hard to take and even harder to swallow? 

Sharp like a blade and quick to draw blood? 

Blood red like your harsh lipstick that burns in the light? 

        Louie saw the boy walk up the bayside towards him. Not this little shit again he thought. All Louie wanted was some peace and quiet by the bay, but this kid had to swoop in and disrupt him every damn day.

Dark skin. 

Dreadlocks. 

So. Much. Blood.  


Inspired by the book Punching the Air by Ibi Zoboi and Yusef Salaam