Cop. Internal. Pacifier. Viva. That ass. Everett. Crowd. Jigaboo. Dorothy Dandridge. My Mother. Helena Carter. Who’s that? What's it all about? Fraud. He’ll be 7.
Fraud
Who
Carter
Mother
Crowd
Everett
Cop
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Ware. Maturity. Do you ask for regret? Like my identity was taken. King. Jack. Hemoglobin. I can't tell. And you would never not know it...
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