Contrary to popular belief:

I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.



8.02.2009

I Remember When . . .

I remember when rugrats was the fuckingg show .
I remember getting my hair braided the night before school started .
And my hair had beads that matched my uniform .
I remember when I play outside on fridays and play kickball
until the street lights came on .
I remember my first kiss with my neighbor shamaal from next door .
I remember the picnics at Joe Brown Park .
I remember being chased by a chiwah-wah or however the fuck you spell
it and being terrified .
I remember the first R-rated movie I ever watched , Scary movie .
When my life was simple .
When stupid was a bad word .
When I was shielded from the curses that engulfs the world .


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And my moms used to always say ,
be a child as long as you can .
Now i'm only two years from being a legal adult .
But I will never forget ,
and always remember .