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“Possibly twilight makes blackness dangerous Darkness. Probably all my encounters Are existential jambalaya. Which is to say, A nigga can survive. Something happened In Sanford, something happened in Ferguson And Brooklyn & Charleston, something happened In Chicago & Cleveland & Baltimore & happens Almost everywhere in this country every day. Probably someone is prey in all of our encounters. You won't admit it. The names alive are like the names In graves.”

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Book:American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin
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American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin

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Terrance Hayes
Terrance Hayes

Terrance Hayes is an American poet known for his unique poetic style and profound social commentary. His works often delve into themes of race, class, and social justice, earning him acclaim from readers and critics alike. more

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