Tag Archives: truth

years lost


see I’ve had this job for over 10 years. my resume reads “since my 1st work permit” but in truth since I was 3 I’ve toiled in this field. Across the board people are harder on me across the board. … Continue reading

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last call


these voices aren’t yours no matter how much i scream. these hands will never feel like yours, even as they grip me these lips on me can’t be as sweet as you no matter the number of kisses left on … Continue reading

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The little heart that could


Thinking about you is something I rarely do. It’s been close to 10 years & I’m still here reviewin your case. It hits me like bricks that it ended with your hits.  You said you liked me Respected me  Celebrated … Continue reading

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hands up


it starts on my block with my friends it’s a normal day of fun, games, grilling and chilling we’ve been sipping, someone on the block is sparking they put it in the air, I’m sure we smell like it. up … Continue reading

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Perfection


Your mother named you Michael But I call you perfection Your 6’5 frame rivals my own Where I’m soft your hard Chiseled out of warm wood and clay You’re a wonder to be hold You said your perfection I told … Continue reading

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Freestyled hands


See what you said about me being weak is the wrong thing to mean I mean what I meant when I said that you’re the best thing to ever happen to me My hands shifted from left the right those … Continue reading

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How you want it


Savage man or tame monster That’s what you ask yourself as we sit at this table Who will you see from me Will I serenade you on stage with some words like “my brown skin girl You’re the only angel … Continue reading

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