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from up all night, reading poetry by Samiir Saunders

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PROMPTS:

ego

the exact middle

empty, except for _______

ghost

here's what i remember

lyrics

LYRICS:

Yeah, yeah.

If the crown’s too cracked, then the gang come,
slaying every demon of the brain with their affirmations.
Ain't the same without mates whose devotion is patient,
to guide our ghosts from their self-erasure.

So, good evening to the girls and the goths and the gays
and the gamers and the gremlins. My Gs.
Good evening to the cool kids, the cute chaos demons,
the soprano sonneteers sailing high seas.

Aight, please listen. I been in the screen spitting frees over-
sweet riddims. I been on the server with my Gs, and the-
heat’s hitting. Open up the window let my ego breathe.
Exact middle of the night when I need sleep-

-is when I’m most creative. Motivated.
These midnight writes are so awakening. We got-
prose in main. Jokes in mentions.
So elated, I’m numb to the fade of senses.

Creatives can twist the heavy tension of stress-
into needlessly dense and quick-witted invention.
The ghosts of escapism slain by confession-
are reformed and reborn as connective obsession.

The renegades don the wavelength,
finger guns trained on the keys like a stainless,
braincells empty except for the love that came with-
connecting to those who we share this plane with!

Ok, the crown may crack, but the gang come,
slaying every demon of the brain with their affirmations.
Ain't the same without mates whose devotion is patient,
to guide our ghosts from their self-erasure.

So, good evening to the girls and the goths and the gays
and the gamers and the gremlins. My Gs.
Good evening to the cool kids, the cute chaos demons,
the soprano sonneteers sailing high seas. Yeah.

I couldn’t do this without you. (x4)