Clocked In Still Starving

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  • September 23, 2021
My money beingThe nonviolent part of rageA kind of courtesy worshipOr caste-system blues Bullet casings in the combI learned their language immediatelyI watched an animal explode into hundreds of flags Judging by my woundsThe government has counted me in Face to faceWith a police officer’s family historyMy anecdote is only just beginning

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