Anti Hero

Put down the gun Dark angel that uses Loss as a fuel source Some may have swam the current Some set your world on fire Some drank the kool-aid of rumors Some walked on thin wire Pity you? Silly you They only wanted blood To cover your diamonds A smile to be dragged A hundred […]

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Blacktop

Playing the game Always beat in my chest Shooting hoops Every childhood day “Frankie played sports, I thought he was gay? Playing with dolls, Wearing dresses, Isn’t that how every gay plays?” Ignore the riot. Pelted my skin But never left a hole through it Made a variety of friends Where our color wasn’t defined […]

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