Son. He. Black witness. Petroleum. Tell me you feel supported. One more chance. Wednesday afternoon.
Wednesday afternoon
Chance
More
One
Feel
Me
Tell
Black witness
Son
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Anthropological. Trains. Racist Tattoo. Artistry. Sour. When you knew there was no one. The lowered expectations and results. All he does is...
No comments:
Post a Comment