The true essence of a condescendant descendant Is the one whose ego is at the source, Itches scratched by the compliments, Fiendish friction feels good but they say it’s bad, Addiction to ego rubs and scratches while it leaves dents,...
Empowered spaces, wounded and bleeding. Heritage we passed down from generations to generations. Word of mouth; which inevitably led to re-adoptions with the passing of time. I heard voices in anguished songs. The pulse of my mind become so solid…pounding...
Kiss me honestly Though the world be false Kiss me urgently Even youth has not all the time in the world Kiss me sweetly Saturate me; cleanse a world of bitterness in this heart Kill me with tenderness There is...
wish these words were parcel-bomb explode in his face when he read this poem, burning are my hands to grab him with throats till he vomits his racial gall, so he can understand that this world is not his father’s...
flourishing flowers of destiny grow on soil of the past, the reason why back my head i turn: with rotten eggs i was fed, beacon and cheese i’m expected to vomit. how i wish hearts were rubbish bins to be...