Make it to 21

You ever see a nigga

backed into a corner

forced to choose, life

as a foot soldier

trekking behind a convoy

he has no faith in,

the system,

limits our options,

but that nigga never folds.

when he reaches the lowest

of the low, he learns to loathe

being broken,

so he gets off of his back

and swiftly onto his toes.

 

/He’s my nigga/

 

Poem and Photo of Nutso Dinero by Dom S. Flagg 2016

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