you should know that i've been drinking Kool-Aid my entire life.
powder, sugar, water, red.
i can no longer tell if it tastes like anything-
the flavor escapes me.

life escapes us.
moments drip
drip through our fingers
when we scoop them up to wash away yesterday's sins.
playing God has never worked out in our favor.

the blood of all the moments we've killed trying to redeem ourselves-
we drown in it.
we drip
red as the conceited Kool-Aid conviction we downed
to show just how loyal we can be to our faults.

so what if my life is only a handful of powder i shook out of a single-serving packet?
add sugar and water and i'll have just as much blood on my hands as you.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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