A South Bronx Lie

Vanilla skies while driving through the Highway. Crossbronx. An express way right into the darkest Cave I have ever known to exist after suffering an onslaught, Of whips, Fists, And lips opening for loaded tongues rolling shots towards you, Off the tip... Bullets fired from the tip of the morning. Father missing, His presence? I've... Continue Reading →

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