Jon’s snippet #3

I didn’t come with a golden spoon

Oh sorry, a silver spoon

But I sure came with a spoon

A spoon with which I’ll make moves

I was a black child

With a cheek the size of three human cheeks compressed

And squeezed just inside me

Which later became my alias

Making me look like condensed litters of fuel in a keg

But my Ma and Pa loved me

Just the way I was

Full of nothing but myself.

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