Tuesday, August 26, 2014


This is not about race.
He stole cigars.
He listened to rap.
His friend had tattoos.
He was huge.

A spade is a spade.
A stolen cigar is a stolen cigar.
A gun is, well

His mother receives a letter.
In it, lamentations from another member of the aggrieved.
It wasn't about her son's race.
He was threatening.
He covered his face with a hoodie.
He was carrying Skittles.

For all we know they were stolen.
That's the end of it,

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