2 FACED death in the mirror in the morning of sundown death.

I used to sleep with

Gum in my mouth

It could actually kill

Instead of keep you clean


But to clense myself I

Was baptized

Until I felt drowned.


Now I sleep with a toothpick

In my mouth.

In hopes of any type of 



With the calming 

Taste of sandalwood

Engrained within my mouth.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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