Boy in the Black Suit

Boy in the Black Suit

Mama gone, Daddy suped-up on alcohol

Kids staring at me weird as I walk down the hall

Funeral crashing, carrying caskets

Looking for the closest person to the dead relative, so their pain I bask in

Meet a girl named Lovey whose name changed twice

Found a lack of hurt and that was nice

Connecting dots of fear we both shared that night

She snapping tight shots of me, making robot face, these moments we laugh in

Boy in the Black Suit

By Lashonda G.

The Boy in the Black Suit

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