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Dec 2016
Remember how
I know you have chosen to not
You were once going to be the color red
I told you just like Lady MacBeth
A woman keeps spitting near me as I wait for the bus
The only white person in sight
And I'm never afraid
Because what's to be afraid
Like so many would be
In the age of
In this age of
It's a study, a moment to soak up
All there is

A mural of Logan Square
I remembered today
How I fired you
With white blonde hair
And I caught you talking ****
Immediately after
You told me I looked good
And had nothing to say.

I saw the other day
You could not remain
So you defriended my name
I warned you
And this is just the beginning.

My hands are cold as I type this
I saw your cowardice
In the flickers of my iris
Crying on the phone with the new man

But he didn't give up today.
And I hope we never do.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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