Man, I don’t do graff no more. 
But I tagged along. 
They created their fills as I stared and stared through the hole looking for cats that slow down too slow. 
I’m ready to run this time. 
Sat in a cell long enough to know I’m too old for it these days if I don’t stand for it.

He kept trying to push me with his words. 
And there is this thing about only specific men that make me violent. 
He say.
You pack the biggest punch for the smallest girl I know, please don’t hit me again.

But he made me hit him again.

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