for you

You didn’t reach out to see how I’m handling my impending violent death
You spent $8K on that study abroad
You copped an eighth of shrooms; a feel on that pretty Black boy in Amsterdam
You learned a lot in those eight weeks
You’ll Venmo that $8 on a stranger’s bail next week, because times are hard for
You, right now
You didn’t check up on me
You were too busy blasting Fuck Donald Trump by YG and Nipsey on repeat
You think the beat goes in
You use Black man spit fire for hype
You never wonder how the flame lights
You believe in making a statement
You said not a goddamn word to me today