Last Call or No Call

poem by: Hassan Saadi
Written on Apr 28, 2016

Last night I had a dream about a life so cruel, I mean a nigga really tryna make it out is school. 
Keeping up appearances ain't so cool, when ur life on the line; this nigga ain't a fool.  But trying to talk him out, will only get you hurt bc this nigga really don't think it through. But if you leave him be, don't expect to see him tomorrow. Something something something, when you done talking he about to get up and leave. Don't expect a call back since you never call first. It's funny how who ever died last, never got to see who died first. 

 

Tags: love, anger, riddle, fear,

 

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