Poetry Closet
Poetry Closet
Blab it, who do we become after this poem ends
Blab it, who do we become after this poem ends
Hey
That lanky smile on your face
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The playground is a battlefield
The playground is a battlefield
I am looking for a poet to tell my story
I am looking for a poet
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Self portrait as a doorway
Self portrait as a doorway
You will change
Like how the moon forgets its name each morning
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A boy as new as me
A boy as new as me
I am a queer black boy with a magic wand
I am a queer black boy melting masculine codes with magic
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Inheritance after fire
Inheritance after fire
I will forget you
I am forgetting you already
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Slivers of his son
Slivers of his son
And though love might not be enough
Still
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Crossing the bar
Crossing the bar
After my father died
I tried to die too
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It blooms like peonies
It blooms like peonies
You are a boy with no voice
Yet you keep speaking upon us
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