Bad Influence

We were loners floating through the city
Searching for the hand that feeds
We were the fresh kids
With the spikes and sneakers
Blasting through the speakers

I'll stop thinking about you
If you agree to lock me out
You mattered the most
Now nothing matters less

You were more than a bad influence
To me
You were more than my enabler
You were more than rebellion and freedom
You were more than rage
You were more than darkness
You were more than an animal
You were more than a bad influence to me

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poem by Adia Parker
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