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poetry month #2

i grew up on nycha
politicians lying, dique “i gotcha”
crackheads asking for change
and we all had hope back in 08’
but all that did was, hide all da hate
later came podcast mics  
da andrew tates
and everybody gotta voice
except when is time to vote 
and babygirl gon cop her tote
ig stories onna boat
but is all a cloak
bbls
ysls
asl
“im not black”
but we all come off da same vessel
sarcasm if it went over ya head 
like da chemtrails
or da kennedy files
u aint hear da truth aint in style 
more pardons than darlings
more stepbacks than harden
oh you want da american dream? i beg 
i beg your pardon
they don’t want u to raise ya voice 
a stroke of da keys 
is stronger than them colombian keys
ya voice travel farther than canals
but nobody watch tv
ever wonder how you get your news?
when did da weather forecast get so bad?
i foresee
those who don’t ponder, on purpose
end up with da wrong incentive
and well then, this is our outcome
on purpose

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