I want to have a son
I want to rope another wretched soul into this life for my fun
And yes, I know he will suffer
For his heartache, loss, and pain, I cannot act as a buffer
But he will do the same when his age is on the run
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96-Zest Doe
My name is 96-Zest Doe, born January 1st, 1871. I have returned from a posthumous existence to finish an important collection of stories, documents, and proofs. The best has yet to come.
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Wow. Straight to it. Amazing job!
powerful piece. Well done.
Wow— this one is so powerful. Excellent work.
Oh shit! (pardon my language) You have a way of cutting right to the point in these. This is so thought provoking and raw. You have real talent.
Nice piece ✨❤️👑😉👍💯
You are excellent at conveying your emotions. Job well done.
Definitely the plight I hear of many Black men.