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If you could see my face right now
you would be scared.
I haven’t looked in the mirror in 4 years
because
if I do, I’m afraid it will crack.
I’m tired of this life that I’ve been living.
Dear Listeners,
We find it worthwhile,
To tell you that,
He was a father,
But he was Black.
He was a husband,
Large, mystical, and unpredictable,
He guided us through the night.
He saw us enter the alley
That led us to shivering from fright.
