3. Life is like a box of chicken

been here, been on

3pc in my purse

resembling that remark

a shadow distorted by the dark

not sorry my persistence

in living is pissing you off



The Fanboy

breathe easy youngling. we know you bury yourself in characters, trying to recreate your own story

a hero noir as dark as you

they don’t know the night you’ve faced at such an age.

the lil and lonely homey

hiding behind his mask while the city he loves screams and shoots and beats him down

the quiet one with crossed wires and bloody sneaks

nose deep in a book

when we all know dark side boys don’t read

they’re too black

of heart

to fantasize about anything other than their own dry ass reality

we see you future.

you are valid

The Pursuit Of

we real cool

we beat slow

mellow flow hold

the fluidity at a

decibel of a syllable



we street meat

in the belly

we brew steady heavy

live accents &



No Dash Needed

I am not   African-American

there’s no dash needed

if anything

I am

a native spook who sat by the door

listening for opportunity,

devout in my non




making lemonade.