Knocking off black is so easy when black men sell it by the inch.

They sell inches thinking thats the rope they climb back up to be saved.

They feet slip. They hang. White girls don’t like blood on their white dresses.


Happy Ending

I’d never met anyone with so few thorns

You never reached for mine only to blame me for your cuts

It was easy to love you

So I did

This is a short story