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Scream it


Laying here in the trunk of your car wondering how it got so far Just last night we had a fight after I laughed at your risotto. Turning away from you I didn’t see you grab the pan only feeling … Continue reading

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Today


You see this man next to me & his kid in the backseat. They’re my family & they’re all that matters. He’s a confidence man & she does wet work while I’m the glue or at least I like to … Continue reading

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What can I do


See in this race to better you ain’t me. You’re desire ain’t mine. My 1st mind is devour knowledge, consume it & act with it. I’m a hustler working on getting more. I don’t want it but a bit more … Continue reading

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Tonight


I’m at a friend’s house, my dad dropped me off for a sleepover I’m 16 these kinds of things are arbitrary. I agreed to go because since mom died dad’s been dealing with this woman who he says I’ll meet … Continue reading

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About last night


You came by unannounced. Lucky for you my kid’s at a sleepover, you wanna sleepover. Looking over my shoulder you watch me cook dinner: meat & greens. The music reverberates across the walls. You hug me asking if we’ll ever … Continue reading

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dick is a distraction


I don’t know if you heard me, Dick is a distraction whenever you get something going enter this distraction looking as tempting as that shiny red apple in the garden of Eden. You’re grinding away at work, school, home or … Continue reading

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This is what you do


This is what you’ve reduced me to Laying in bed. Thinking about your legs wrapped around my head. How dare you enter my dream space demanding my services. Caressing my skin Begging for a quickie, Your last class just left … Continue reading

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