There is poetry on the bus
Going round and round
The man in the front
We are afraid to sit beside
The woman screaming fire
Taking off her clothes
This bus will run twenty-four hours
These hours though
These under the moon hours
Though
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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