His name was O’Shae, beautiful dancer, protective friend, his heart full of love.
His name was O’Shae, vogueing to the beat, taking on the rhythm’s wisdom of a Sage.
His name was O’Shae, in Midwood, they conjured joy and togetherness.
His name was O’Shae, and they killed him.
Abdul-Aliy Muhammad ( @mxabdulaliy )
They/Them/Thiers
gran varones Mentor
Philadelphia, PA
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