Non-Erotic Poetrynew friendshot
i am walking down a street
across M. Capital
high noon
not a single murderer for miles
(and neither am I)
only a bunch of black kids
surround me
a sweet girl asks me
are you black or white?
i open my eyes wide
and answer
i don't know
what do you think?
(they don't know
should they?)
wh,
2015-02-27
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