I'm breaking today.
A phase one goes through to accept death.
I've wished it.
A mistake made by the happy- I am quite certain.
I sing sharp songs.
A blade slashes my soul then floats into a friend's collection of worries.
I am unworthy.
Always have been since I haven't done anything right since age 11- right pop?
I am black.
Arrest me, death penalty, don't test me, stereotyped stupidity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem