A Poem by Daquan Jackson

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I don’t know what a necessity is anymore. We pull and hold onto s***, we don’t need and end up in a heap of things making us hoarders. “Don’t be a pig,” my mother said. But morbidity took over, at one point, and made me realize, like steel lines or swords put in the hands of a beloved to drive it through you that I’m insignificant.

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A Poem by Daquan Jackson