Cornbread and Grits
Dead folks in my hood.
I just watch Netflix and keep
my shades down.
Hoping I don't get killed.
I pray to the Lord!
And in the dark night,
bullets fly past my window.
Kinda makes me frown!
(* this is not about me*)
Panagiota Fomios
August 10, 2019
8pm PST
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