I’ll never be special enough to the world. I’ll never be made Whole by the free agency who took turns gutting me out. Like I’m the big fish but really a small fry.
M. Is the little boy from church I gave my art to, and my chosen sister. I did this one when I got home, and if you want it, They’re made from a good place. Dm To see If you’re in my catchment zones. I’m only mailing in the tri state area until I’m not.
I will fight myself in public everyday. That’s all you see, me going to and fro. Never a fully grown devil. I’m capped. I’m an artist and I am strangely not sensitive about my art. Mainly frustrated I have so much to give away and still I’m drawing every hour
I’m in the Zapp & Roger vibe right now. I got free Starbucks yesterday, my neighbor Keisha is the real MVP. She gave me a huge ass bottle. I’m quaked. My people been reading me.
No professional who knows my Name sleeps well these days. They had wine and sleep aids in the beginning of this thing. But, and I mean my Beautiful God Been Turning The Heat Up. Names keep talking even when the people are gone. #guilty
If children are pawns, better than spawn and never prawn. My economy should never be decided in a boardroom. Yet, here we are. God wouldn’t wake me up this early on a Monday otherwise. Have fun in your secret meeting. Choose my replacement wisely. I’m watching.