excerpt from “black fiction // 11/28

It’s gotta be fiction, when I wonder why we work against each other,

It’s gotta be the love that we lack for one & other

good grief,

I thought someone said we was brothers,

But your skin color seems to say otherwise

& the differences between us prevents us from seeing eye to eye.

Man, sometimes i get to thinking about it & I start to cry,

I’m tryna be a man, but rushing the process because I think I might die,

It’s gotta be fiction,


i got this hot fiyahh’ on me…

it’s so hot, on my block.

I feel your ways rubbing off on me…could you please stop?!

it’s non-stop…

just tryna’ stay shaded under this tree yeah, yeah,

& be one with the breezee, it’s all I can feel,