Perfectly Human

I took too long to turn around to look back. My “true” best friend died, so I’ve been told. I lost him out there somewhere. A really kind, but sorta broken and misunderstood parole lifer… used to go by the name, Raven.

He had went inside the walls when he was 18 after he killed his abuser. He was a poor street kid. His victim was an older gay man, who owned a fancy night club. Things never went Raven’s way, no money, no voice.

Way of the world.

I loved that guy a lot. I feel so sorry that he was devoured by a bunch of women. I didn’t see him drowning.

When I first met him, I was scared of him. Even talked some mad SH**. Eventually, the guy became the only person I trusted.