the celebration of black, bug-eyed caricatures. dancing shirtless with rifles floating over their heads. necks waving in accordance with their legs. drunk off eight cups of lead. cdc recommended for niggas. even police administered viaContinue reading
lets saddle dragonflies tonight, through the whistling winds that sing the songs of life we’ll sail until the dawn arrives, rest your eyes, lean upon me, and enjoy the ride on my fancy dragonfly, we’llContinue reading
Your love is a spiraling bullet. My heart is the still window, waiting to be shattered. If you are going to break me, you had better be worth the crash. Photo by Gaelle Marcel on UnsplashContinue reading
listen for the James Brown songs they don’t play in the commercials. the ones that take your feet to the streets — not the dance floor.
Lies be dancing on the tips of slithering tongues. saddling the wind, looking for gullible ears to slide into. but truth walks with volume. each step distanced between long, rhythmic strides. turn the truth up,Continue reading
we are dedicated to this shit. dribbling pens on canvases. sketching blueprints for freedom. fighting governments with ink. this is what we do. these words are our soldiers wearing emotions for fatigues Continue reading
girl…. when I see your crown lookin all kinky and free reachin toward the sun like flowers do… it makes me wish i could squeeze inside that bottle and become yourContinue reading