Every time a cousin or childhood friend succumbs to a lifestyle that’s pushed onto poc and families in poverty, I think back to when we were all children.
How none of us knew we’d end up here and I hope they can feel my warmth.
I hope my tears that dry up wash over them in their dreams or wherever the ones I lost are, and I hope they can feel my love even in their darkest moments.
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