Son. How is My Hair? I want to feel attractive. Father. Slow down. Come. Celebrate a meal with Us. Together. Yes. Graciously. Yes. Burno Mars. Chart Maker. Yes. Graciously. Yes. Dance. Now. Niggaz. Dance for Grandma. I need Grace to not break temptation. These walls speak unsavory to me. Unreproductive. Graciously. Yes. Graciously. Yes.
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Monday, January 18, 2021
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