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“I will not shoot myself In the head, and I will not shoot myself In the back, and I will not hang myself With a trashbag, and if I do, I promise you, I will not do it In a police car while handcuffed Or in the jail cell of a town I only know the name of Because I have to drive through it To get home.”

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Book:The Tradition
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The Tradition

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Jericho Brown
Jericho Brown

Jericho Brown is an American poet born in 1976. His work is known for its deep emotion and unique linguistic style, exploring themes such as race, gender, identity, and love. more

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