May 2013
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April 2013
1 post
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March 2013
15 posts
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My body is ...
A fine oiled machine
it is not just
sexual
it is
functional
miraculous and
PLUMP
like a overly ripe peach
it dies
and is reborn
every seven years
thats
5.25 times
since I’ve been alive
it has survived the
abuse I layed
upon her shoulders
now I take a vow
to walk
with
her into an uncertain
future
reconciling the sins of the
past
As
C O M P A S S I O N A T E L Y
as...
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Bullshit text convo #179
Him: How are you feeling?
Me: Anxious.
Him: About
Me: It's ny, [my kid], etc
(Eighteen minutes later.)
Him: I'm masturbsting (sic). Open your mouth.
Me: (to self) Nigga ...
(Shuts iPad cover.)
Fin.
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Some say Atlanta, some say New York, some say Paris, France but … Who...
– Andre 3000 “The Love Below”
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December 2012
2 posts
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November 2012
7 posts
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If only I could just be like
“Look nigga, I got too many daddy and abandonment issues for this shit you pullin’! Do betta!”
…without coming off as a needy psycho, my life would be so much easier. Maybe.
This:
= the direct opposite of my childhood.
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From the Tip: Stunts and Shows: Marsha Ambrosius &... →
Just how I like it. Hot and Queer ;)
from-the-tip:
Let me first say that there are no letters succeeding my name that qualify me as any kind of expert, especially on the topic of coming out - I am, in fact, to put it bluntly - the pot. That being said, I’ve found this trend of “commodifying the closet” within mainstream Black music to be somewhat…
October 2012
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Counting breaths.
What does patience look like?
Is it a bitch with a tight face
And a selfish smile
that rouses to the torment of others?
Namely me.
Is she a hefty nurturing earth mother
Cautiously holding her child back from
on coming cars
bad chinese food
shitty relationships?
Who or whatever the fuck she is,
I’m tired of her.
Dealing with her is like counting your breaths until the day you...
September 2012
2 posts
The love I want. The love I need.
Why is it
That the love I want
Sets me on fire
Exhilarates …
Intrigues …
Overwhelms …
Enraptures …
Consumes …
and
Exhausts.
but …
The love I need
Protects …
Nurtures …
Uplifts …
Embraces …
leaving me whole, even better that how it found me?
In short,
why do I run toward being burned alive
vs
running for shelter in the...
August 2012
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Let us pray –– God help this to stop sucking. Amen.
– Me.
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July 2012
3 posts
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June 2012
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May 2012
2 posts
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April 2012
2 posts
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March 2012
10 posts
The day I get what I want will come when I stop settling for the shit I...
– Me.