I got friends, you got friends

There is a gift for being literal, negro literal let's call it, that transcends the great wall of trend setting and hipness through the bruises of whistleblowers and who you callin' a hoe, and fills our hearts with windows into our most symbolic longing where we can get along, we can get along, as long as you          trust in me          Sometimes we worry that truth won't be beautiful enough on its own, that its ashy knees will tremble and the bones will show and we'll get as close as radios and break if we're afraid of this gift