How! They use! Like coke and chew, and poke and dru. They use like horseshoes, like molded food, like loaded bulls, like older dudes, like government dues, like twisted crews. They use like misguided souls, like snake poles, like worn shoes, like forcing dues, like 1862. They use like pimps use prostitutes. They use like they hate the truth. They use like mental institutes. They use like charms, Darwin theories— hate when you see clearly, how it gets eerie. They use— I mean this sincerely. They cloud the mind with threats so you can’t see clearly. And if you find the truth, they play you like the blues. Think. And be seen. Because your voice is all you need.

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Profile picture of user: lifeinslomo

Such a lyrical flow to this poem. Absolutely loved the word play

Profile picture of user: sidusferam

Absolutely beautiful to read