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ОглавлениеWhy it is a Black Life
Why is it a black life
Because nothing is permanent
And everything goes on and on not meaning anything
Because I am an animal
And I will always be displaced
Until I die
Because I am a human
And other humans will constantly think of new ways to kill me
And it will be loneliness until the end
Which will be more or less lonely
Because until then I eat by myself
And ignore everyone
Despite the fact that they look at me
With their empty eyeholes
And I read a book and am unable to nest with it
Because I say things
In the simplest way possible
And am constantly misunderstood
Because even when I mean well
I am still a criminal
And it is noon always
Hot sun beating on the blacktop
With the red bird endlessly flying
Because my feet and arms don’t move
Unless I want them to
Because when they do
Move on their own
It is frightening
Because what is worse than terror
Is not terror
But health
Which is transitory
Which is often the worst friend of all
Because I sigh and sigh
And it sounds like a dog baying
And no one wants to help me
Because I am ugly, obnoxious, and insane
Because the only living things that like the sound of my voice
Are the vermin underneath the earth
Who are waiting for me to come join them