Left Hand

Writing with my left hand

is returning back to elementary

where rawness was revealed

rather than being sealed

behind many doors

we were overlooking balconies

contemplating our apocalypse

seemed innocuous

those riots spread wildfire

men shot men based on melanin

we were exactly the same

blood lust in Cro-Magnon

we were scared

of looking each other in eyes

surprised to find

the same face returning back

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