it is absurd to me
that you are not out here
walking around,
somewhere,
making art,
somewhere,
smoking a blunt,
somewhere,
laughing too loud
at your own jokes,
somewhere.
God,
why do you demand
martyrdom of our heroes?
why do real niggas
die too often and
too soon? why
did you make us so
squishy and fragile?
why does loss weigh
so much more than
joy? why does heartache
hurt so bad?
why
why
why
is somewhere not
a place on Earth?
Thanks
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