Thunderous. Clover Street. Bridge. Snow. Inferior Morale. Fuck your mommy’s Uncle on her bad side with a coat hanger. Like he just fucked up. It's not them, it's me. Because you let them die. Weekly. Under ridicule.
Under ridicule
Inferior
Less
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Stubborn. Emotion. White people use their own God. Blame. You're the victim. You don't even know me. “F1”. Never underestimate. You ...
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