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Summer Time

No Line Left Behind

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                      Summertime

The sun rises and sets

The same way a black boy raises his hand

Finger on the trigger

Beams like sun rays on your skin

                     Summertime

Beads of sweat

Form like tears

Funeral processions with a sight

Like sold out concerts

Backyard barbecues

Make graveyard memories

Just because

It’s

the

                    Summertime

100 degrees too hot

But the Block is hotter

Death hides itself in winter only to

Drive by your big mamas house

Yellow tape wrapped around your block

Gift of homicide

Prime delivered to your door step

And we are only

2 days

into

                   Summertime

Be on the look out for poetry…

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