We went to school together
That’s all
We never spoke
A f**kboi made you my rival
Sad because I didn’t know
him, you, or myself

Looking back
It made sense people compared us
Well, me to you anyway
Zining anarchists
Adjacent to punk
Still in academia

Igniting my insecurity
About class
Privilege
Access to spaces
You occupied
Rich in culture, rich in life

I made a mistake
A wound-up toy
Lashing out at front
Instead of who
Turned my key
Using me

To end a vendetta