My words become as bitter as medicine
Journeying my throat in hopes of re-emerging as something beautiful; encouraging
How wrong am I; the hopeful
Stages and street corners; befalling ears of the ignorant; refusal
Rose glasses hide ink-stained flesh beyond the boundaries of wallets and purses o’ plenty
History repeats daily; new faces, new tunes, but scars persist through generations
DNA
Evolution only occurs on Tuesdays
Have you noticed?
Chipping away America’s tainted skeleton to birth creatures anew
Bones of exile, murder, disease, slavery, and weaponized religion
Kyle Ren philosophy: let the past die, kill it if you must
Speed it up, children
In the most poetic way imaginable, this is why you shouldn’t fuck your cousins
Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon.








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