A band-aid can only hold on for so long.The wound may close up halfway after being worn after quite some time,But,Eventually,It'll be soaken entirely.Every corner discolored by a mistake too late to undo…Those who can't afford a replacement,What do they do?Bleed out until an infection occurs without any access to medicine?Surround themselves by doctors in... Continue Reading →
Frosted Flakez
Shy, Reserved and quiet I was as a curious kid growing past all Pain The South Bronx had to offer. Observing a family rife with internal turmoil from the get go. Yet, No matter how many fists were thrown, No matter how many times Grandma had called police during our lovely, 'Heartwarming' reunions every Sunday... Continue Reading →