If Only Poetry Was A Woman

Wounds drip blood signaling your rise from the ashes. Breaking off a mold upheld by the Masses. Because, It's time for me to eat while I stack bread without whining for a match and, A blunt wrap full of MJ as I rather ball on a stage and keep rappin'... Ever wondered, When is it... Continue Reading →

The Host

"Come on baby, Let me in!" "Come on baby, Let me in!..." Is all she says to me while I'm shouting, "Let me live!" "Let me live!" So exhausted! From repeating myself... Yet, She still gets the invite into a Hell, We manifest together when we burn... Wrapped up together. What else do I need... Continue Reading →

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