10 minutes to make a poem about
How alone I feel 
How Peabo passing doesn’t seem real
How I’m about to hit submit on a piece that
May not matter ten minutes after I write it
Because none of this feels real
None of it
And if I thought I could save the world and
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You best believe I’d take a good run at it
Because you’re just as tired 
As I am
Of living through unprecedented world events
So I’m going to do the next best thing that I can think of
Find a way to show the love I never received
Baby I been let down by folks you wouldn’t believe 
And you would think I’m worse off because of it
Or maybe even that I’m in love with it
Nah it’s not that at all, I just love being black
I love being me, I like the struggle
I like it hard, duct tape, rope, with it
And now I’ve realized that I want all the smoke with it
I’ve gone from feeling broken and hopeless
To regaining my focus
And all of you who doubted before, I hope you noticed
This is for all who thought I was finished
For those who thought they could crush my spirit
My light can’t diminish 
Just think I wrote all of this
For you to read
In ten minutes