I shared a photograph of a woman in the past

showing off her artful skin to the eyes of many friends

Her skin was marked in memory

of a poet who had died

And she, herself a poet, marked her skin to recognize the loss of this man’s voice

and the painful place he left

in the pit of many sorrows

through the stairways of distress

All poets should remember now,

because of what they’ve done:

The Hate U Give

Little Infants

Fucks Everyone.

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