A Loser Is U

To all the black mothers
Mommies in gen
Who withhold sons from their fathers
Enjoy your victory now
When the future arrives
And your pups grow to be wolves
You’ll reap what you sow
Loneliness shall become you
When you are exiled from their hearts

Cravings of a 2bit Butcher

He missed getting punched in the ribs
And more than that tenderizing meat with bone
The way knuckles would carve into a body
As if kneading hard dough
A weekly habit
Wednesday night street fights
Soles scratching against gravel
Kicking stone in multiple angles
Leather clashing against wind crashing into flesh
Causing ripples preluding to crater
The indention of a butcher




When there is no reason left to fight

You will sit still

Allowing life to pass you by

In effect becoming stone

The winds & waves of change

will wash over you

Chipping away at you

Until only dust remains