(elegies from a black, only child). 

bigsinnerinhislastdinnersuitwiththeperfectlyfinefade. 

needless to say, I am the product of many sins, so my wrongs echo further than my back, neck and eyes can feel or see - yet this guilt is contemporary and has deep affection for me. 

needless, to say,  I am the child of one thousand - two hundred and twenty six wombs, maybe. 

am, I moving through strength of a headless sacrifice, or leaning on the will of a chaotic sinner’s last plea.

suffering, never suffering, lil’ child. 





















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