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When you say, “You wish me the best,”
How many other people
Did you say that too?
I prefer blessings and not wishes
And loneliness can be
The gravest grievance.
I’m not your windfall because I rot
While the other apples are caught,
Though in pooh.
We’ve all been in pooh,
But some of us are color-blind,
Pooh-poohing the facts like new.
I rot black and the night sky
Unloved me
Like I committed capital offense.
My innocence is perceived
As a cell phone
Mistaken for a sawed off shotgun.
My innocence is that
Poetry disowned me,
But poetry never owned me.
Are you prepared to spend
Your life savings on a conversation
That leads nowhere?
I prefer night-long texts
As big as Texas,
But remember being despised.
Remember, I’m a product,
But you made the product
Defend itself with a glare.
Even animals get objectified,
But I’m realer
Than the natural air.
I’m realer than families
With a 1-bedroom apartment
And nowhere to hide.
I dry my eyes
Like someone is death diving
Into a sentimental moment.
You’ve programmed the technologies
And poisoned the foods,
Then treat me like an object.
Do the sight of animals
Cloud your mind because I think
You’re mentally challenged.
I think you’re anguished
Over how beautiful that I am,
But love the hate you’ve learned.
You hate the smell
Of unity and charity,
As well as a brother avenged.
You hate the voices,
Then you hate the choices
Like unhinged citizens who had cringed.
You hate proper English
Because you still use racial slurs
Like you’re not self-concerned.
You want people
With an education,
But agree with the Illuminati.
If you disagree,
Then your followers agree,
Hating the sound of Black A.M.
You want a girlfriend that looks so good,
The world wants to try her,
Then stare at mine.
You feel so entitled
Like a hunter-gatherer
On everyone’s property,
But I won’t accept quit
If I’m acquitted of a crime
And get hated online.
You want to beat a deadline
And resign on cloud nine,
But wear blood and iodine.
You’re willing to worship devils
To get ahead
Like you created chivalry.
Try to delineate
How you will unlove me
Based off of someone else’s actions.
I could unlove you
Based off someone else’s actions,
But objects don’t have feelings.
You’re crooning about
Every hate group that’s not being
On the terrorist watchlist,
But what if people look at you
Like you’re destined
To commit a white collar crime?
Enlist a group and they
May not be watched
Like pathological liars dismissed.
Like someone who never reads
Your text messages after you die,
You won’t be missed.
Remembered like opened mail
Before the your neighbors
Open their mail during halftime,
You share your self-incriminating hate
And your coworkers
Keep it a secret.
You share your
Credible courage
And your deliberate indoctrination.
You love death
Because you have a hunting license
And a riot at your doorsteps.
The fruit taste sweet,
But you love sweet meat often
And would rather not pick from the shops.
You love bobbing for apples
At the black markets and back,
Doing 70 reps.
You love taking baby steps with a badge,
Attempting to benchpress honer,
But schleps.
You think you’re God,
But someone got 20% off your momma
On the treetops.
You think you can rewrite history
From Jesus,
To the Atlantic Slave Trade,
To the the Hep-Hep riots,
To the 1985 MOVE bombing,
And 9/11.
Everything seems to be about you,
But you need other colors
To coexist.
You boast about sin,
But should be thankful to be alive
With corporate outsourcing.
Everyone doesn’t forgive,
But it’s not too late to change,
Then you’re on a blacklist.
You smell affirmative action
And immigrants,
Then act like you’re an altruist.
You’ll make more money
Like the Public Integrity Section
Teaching your offspring.
Your eyes are saying, “Why should I
Hire you”; your mouth is saying, “Come
Back next time.”
You would lose your breath
If an immigrant becomes your doctor,
Then find it again.
When you fall in love
With a white immigrant
And she gets deported, are you glad?
Are you glad when your immigrant
Girlfriend goes to war
With guns and ballistic shields?
She’s your compact crossbow
Because you’re supposed
To be deadlier in this Baghdad.
You’ve not seen Baghdad
And you hate its people,
But love sand castles and armor clad.
You love gossip and fake news
And the Internal Affairs
Helping you with appeals.
You love crooked cops
As much as decision fatigue,
But you need to go asleep.
You love the mountains
With unleveled stairs on the edge,
But still think about apples.
A mélange of apples and oranges,
You despise, but you despise
Your own eyes.
You want division,
But in 1981,
Tried to conquer Dominica.
Was that you because you like to say
What’s me and predict what I’ll do,
Which are lies.
You love that Forrest Gump
Was named after a Grand Wizard
And love your battle cries.
You want to sponsor
Ballgames and fireworks,
Just to travel back to Alabama.
You want to Nazify the youth
Because you love traveling,
But hate the Christians.
Your fraternity claimed Christianity,
Only to hate the
God-fearing Christians.
Because Wernher von Braun
Was a member of the Nazi party,
You celebrate.
You’re a party animal,
But unbeliever,
Who is an evolutionist.
The Big Bang Theory was created
By a Catholic priest
Even though you hate
Catholics like the canon law
Just as much as fresh bananas
And section eight.
You hate that you think that
You can wear lawsuits
And that you became a plagiarist.
You hate when you procreate
And when you don’t
Because you want to hate everything.
You hate your family
Because the DNA test lied to you
About your roots.
You hate because you
Went on vacation alone,
But left the heater on at home.
You hate that it’s probably racist
To date and not date
Outside of your own race.
You hate because you wasted
5 seconds looking at
An extra Y chromosome.
You hate the environment
And influence of cultures,
Yet you hate monochrome.
You hate the worries
Like every apple is Bumpy Johnson
Having a court case,
But love common naysayers,
Societal pressures,
And family opinions.
Yet, when Moses married a Cushite,
God was angry
With Aaron and Miriam.
Isaiah Lawrence 