Day 16 of 30


last night
i sat with my childhood
friends around a table
all of us laughing
laying cards down
slapping hands
comparing notes on
our cherished and
our challenges
on our children
and their
terrible choices
especially in

what exactly do they be sayin’
one of was sayin’

like we weren’t the ones
who gave them themselves
we the babies of the millionth
golden age of everything
searching for boom bap
and paper footballs
in each other’s eyes
bragging about how
we getting old
but not getting old
like we ain’t never
butt in
to grown folks business
when they were saying

things like
things just ain’t the same


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