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
wild thing.
Day 22: Hung Over & Hang Ups
she don’t party like she used to,
because 1) we didn’t used to party,
and 2) because 2am crashes teach us that,
the way our body is set up
is that we need function better on 8-9 hours of rested sleep.
so get it together, you chose this, now ride it out
until face meets bed.
Day 21: Karaoke + Friends + 2AM
Quotes of The Night:
“Who comes to karaoke and doesn’t sing?!”
“You’re singing.”
“Ya, always wanna do a group thing.”
“Who picked this song? …and she not even singing.”
“If you were to sing, which song would you want to to do?”
“Hey ma, ya don’t wanna go somewhere and kick it after this?”
“lmaooo, girl you missed it. I’ll tell you later.”
“What are we listening to?”
“My ears are crying!”
“Did that white girl really say nigga and think it was oki because it was in a song?!!!”
“…wow…these white girls really out here saying nigga. racist as fuck.”
Day 16: Get Out Of Your Head.
think until you drop.
then do until your body says rest.
hold steady with the support of family & peers.
remain resilient through the discomfort of change.
Jari G. Planning 