Friends.A Poem by AsantePeace.I have friends who’ve made friends of everything I’ve ever wanted. Still, they’re overcome by the shrugged shoulder, the druggy halfway hug, the fading smile. Why would I want to live on that side of the city? Rich urine falling from a sun-facing balcony. Hanging brown necks from a noose, human chandeliers. Burn the world down in a whiff of runny candle wax. All I ask for is peace. All I ask for is that we all want the same thing. Dissolve walls down to fragments of understanding. Feeling out of place being the one; claustrophobia being a zero. Decimals, commas, outgrow heroes. Decibels honor the loudest of us. I find myself silently penning choruses. I have friends who’ll never hear of me. © 2019 AsanteAuthor's Note
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