we only take ourselves seriously with our real life degrees and armchair scholarships and pre-planned acts of revolutionary love when we march for a media of them by them and leave ourselves in the dust
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we only take ourselves seriously with our real life degrees and armchair scholarships and pre-planned acts of revolutionary love when we march for a media of them by them and leave ourselves in the dust
who knew that with the space between my thighs i would be the architect of my own demise a world destroyer a wrecking ball and chain a master of melancholy denying nothing and admitting to the same ain’t that a shame?
it’s a sin and a shame how you mistreated me trampled on my innocence buried my hopes and dreams alive with no chance of surviving this harsh climate of suppression forcing me to swallow my anger my mistrust my complaints go unheard because under the weight i’m suffocating
red haze covering my eyes put my fist through the window sick and tired of your lies stole my body life inheritance canceled out my gods sent me out into the world with no shelter food or hope naked knowing shame sense of self but with no name and...
A couple of things: 1. Do you know that song by Lina, “Don’t Say Nothing”? Well, it sort of got stuck in my head.. 2. This is not necessarily from personal experience, but it is from first person recounts. I have met a number of people who shy away...
so simple wish it was so simple to just be who i am tired of separating words trying to make you understand how you want me to be frankly i don’t give a damn war between my soul and your soul trying to make me see things my mind...
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