when you ask for snow, so it trickles down slowly and you breathe in sighs of relief ready to start the day, because you get to spend it how you wanted to creating art. Yes. For. Snow. | Work Flow
“girl, what you doing? yeah, you! I see you! look at ya! all grown now and what not.” “giirl, what you doing? what you been up to? whats new? how ya momma been? she still go to church?” “giiiirrl, hey! yeah you! what you doing? it’s so nice to see you? how is the family?Continue reading Day 28: Growing Up Pentecostal.
she said, “i have been quiet about you two, but now i have had enough.” i said, ” what? I don’t know what you’ve been told, but clearly someone has misscommunicated something, because lets be clear…what??” inner me said, “bitch, I am not you! I don’t suck on guy’s dicks when their trying to getContinue reading Day 27th: When Ignorance Comes Knocking.
she’s a homey kind of poet, where time slows down, mornings become infinite, and most times, we bless our tongue with a little black and strong, cafe of course. wild thing | to be continued… Photo Credit IG@ayana.koduah
back straight, eye lashes fluttering; its called prim and proper they tell me i gotta look nice, meek, just the right kinda, non thinking forget a talk back, slave – oops, excuse me – woymn they’d prefer me to be. …they try to break me. over and over and over; tell me what’s the pointContinue reading untitled.
finally. my kinda day.
Clogs. Stems. Stroke. Redial. Whisper. Gasps. It’s like ping pong. thing one and thing two. except you’re my dad. dads.