writing love letters & fucking with regrets

please don’t let me be misunderstood. fxck fxck fxck: waking up at 6:40am five days a week is for the birds. i’m used to making it home at 7:00am and sleeping til the hustle woke me up. but it’s cool. being an advocate for education is what pushes me not to hit the ‘dismiss’ button…

a son for a son

a son for a son i’m selling unicorns at half priceand police badges that once belonged to cops i’ve killedi’m telling the truth about it alli keep my gun drawn on the foreheads of their children nowcall coach and let him know they’ll be late for soccer practicethey’ll be late for dinnermy late aunt believed…

cotton candy on a rainy day

‘i hope no white person ever has cause to write about me. they never understand.’ – n.g. they’ll say i was less than human. they’ll talk about my lack of compassion and empathy and blame it on some childhood event that never really happened, but they’ll say i just don’t remember. perhaps hemingway & i…