lies
we would have
believed better
if growing up
some of us grew up
where every money
our parents made were…
my body aint lover of my money Read More »
i don’t fall in love easily
my heart is too daring
i am afraid of the sacrifices
i don’t fall in love easily Read More »
/something i didn’t tell my mother
that there was a boy
in my neighbourhood
something i didn’t tell my mother Read More »
someday when i am no more i want my works to wear a tuxedo or prada, get a first class ticket and travel all the way to the caribbean for a vacation making love to her taste buds with a glass of margarita i want her whoever she will be to stretch
at twenty six (everything needs fixing) the toilet and sink your ego and clock your kitchen cabinets and heels your windows and doors the white walls need painting… the floor needs mopping your soul needs cleansing you need new towels and tooth brush you need new sweethearts you need a first aid box with bandages