Black Poetry : words sometimes can be revelations

when I found out Omar passed
thought I wouldn’t last thought I’d die
best friends are hard to come by
but then you let me become your Sam
and I’m overjoyed yes I am
share with you best friend crap
and most times you have a healing rap
my black behind over here
trying to keep you in the zone
ready to gulp ice cream from your cone
why you over there rapping to
some red bone I ain’t mad do you
life is too precious and too short
to be unhappy
 

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