i will not link you in the bar
i will not link you in the car
i will not link you in your house
i will not link you with your spouse.
i told you I won't rub you here
i will not put my mouth right there.
i dont know what you thought or think
i will not be your sneaky link.
why do they get everything? I took their hair and their style and even the way they talk, but they still walk around like their big shit. They get good food and family and tradition, and I get nothing! Even though I've designed this entire system around me they've still carved their own path through out it. How can they be better at everything? I've taken every thing worth loving but they still roll over and get out of bed every day. Their chipper face and the skip in their step makes me nauseous. I've taken every chance to kick them while they were down and it hasn't been enough. So I have to ask, why do they get everything?
a letter about black people
flowers mean a lot of things;
sadness
funerals
wedding bouquets
spring
love
something
everything
nothing
whatever you want them to mean
they can be.
And after a long week, the earth was wiped clean of all the things we didn't dare to speak,
welcoming us back to self discipline, the stifling grip of a mundane college life.
The rain washed away every bottle, cup and bad decision.
All that was left was memories.
There is a buzz in the air. I can feel it shake the ground beneath me, moving the tectonic plates, like the biggest earthquake. Its a buzz that I can almost taste in the breeze. My heart aflutter, my stomach restless, my legs moving on their own. The sky seems bluer and everyone walks with a hop and a skip in their step. now, this is what life is worth living for.
