Strands

You set the bar too high

I couldn’t reach if I could fly

You bringing bad manner to the table

Where is your sense of decency?

This mess is an emergency

No PBJ’s for me please

I got a peanut allergy

You do not know me well enough

To know that you’re killing me

I love you so I guess I’m ready to die

You are my suicide

These sidewalks are dirty

It’s 11:30 about to be midnight

In the city

It’s time to go inside

It’s still early but who wants to die

The streets are dirty

Too filthy to lay down on

In a pool of liquid life

Redder than the stars are bright

War has been waged against us

We need more guns for the fight

To be fair

The train is coming down the tracks

No fare

I do not fear a black cat

Running in front of me

No more than I fear a brother

Holding a gun on me

What has to be

Has to be

In a place where violence

Is natural like the hair

Rising up from my follicles

It’s inescapable