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  The Vigilante Poet
Poetry

The Vigilante Poet

Time zoomed byleft behind a smoking trailand skidmarks only I could see Nobody cared when I saidI’d been a victim of a drive-by shooting,Love in the driver’s seat So I stemmed my bleeding with paperTurned poetry into paper planesAnd sent them flying everywhere I saw the rogues appear One of…

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The Phone Call

My truth comes calling, on an international phone callSounding exactly like every other person who thinksThey have something important to say to meExcept this one always doesFor sure, her words are truth, her truths truer. She thinks I need to be better, work harder, be smarter at my jobI know,…