We spoke

Spoke by violence

War of fists, not words

Whenever you came around.

When we decided to converse,

The sounds of crickets

Drowned our speech

And reminded us

That words are maybe not for us

Not for our kind.

Someday,

I hope we would get to talk

And hash things out

But my jaw aches

From holding marijuana sticks in my mouth.

Setting fire to my insides

Is the only joy I get these days

While we wait for the day

You take one stick for yourself too

Go on…

Have a feel

Of this little light of mine

That lights up my insides.

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