A mental illness
should not be a death sentence...

I originally thought I would dedicate this to you...
but I can't express enough that this is meant for...

I can see a few stars
tonight, as stone crunches...

The cops are afraid
when Black men move a muscle...

They don’t call it terrorism
unless it involves a Muslim...

We wash our hands with
the souls of the forgotten...

I've watched the wound grow on your heart,
depression- an angry black spot you can't rub off...

Don't call my work flawless.
Don't say how moved you are...

We couldn't even finish our vegan burgers
in peace, and perhaps that was my fault for...

I miss you and all the terrors
our friendship demanded of us...

I still believe in love,
somehow...

I'm hesitant,
because here we sit so calmly...