Chief Keef Breaks Down the Alphabet For the Coroner, and: BOI BI
- Chief Keef Breaks Down the Alphabet For the Coroner, and: BOI BI
An autopsy on an exploding sunBegs the question(s):Can I live after beholding what's holy?Doesn't dipping your eyes in things beyond understanding leave the lifeEclipsed? orFragmented?
Given any time in americah you'll find a boyHeadphones and hoodie on / beingIconic
Just for all the wrong reasons.
Keeping his fear beneath an armor of cool.Losing his mind byMinding his business.
No one sees anything so nothing stops him fromOver-reaching for the ball
Popping off withQuips.
"Reach you get teached young man."Semantics aside—here is the language of the trap.
Trip-mines of learning be everywhere around here.UnderstandVying solar systems will collide and make all theWays milky. Gunshots play likeXylophones and you'll write songs to that melodyYearning for that sun to stay in the sky / even after his bpm hitsZero. [End Page 30]
I
Life is a tug-of-war between sides of myselfthat hate each other which is to say—I am both oil and water.It's exciting to watch a war until you want a winnerbut how can I choose?I don't know if these are choices we all faceor American symptoms that force black mento call every part of themselves a tumor.
I know / I am tired of duality. I want an eternity I don't have to die to enjoyand if I burnlet me survive the ether as Jigga did.
II
Happy people piss me off.
III
When I'm happy I piss other people offand once again I wonder why things must beat each other's throats. [End Page 31]
Kwabena Foli is an interdisciplinary artist whose content has appeared on cultural platforms such as All Def Poetry, madamnoire, blkcreatives, Elephant Journal and elsewhere. Publications include Meridian, Mikrokosmos, Salt Hill Journal, Crab Orchard Review and elsewhere. He is currently a writer & teaching artist between Brooklyn, New York and Chicago.
