on my mamas porch with the flowers, her guava nectar, and mister gil-scott.
i think i’ve become way too numb.
why develop feelings for people when you can just walk into traffic and achieve the same results
haven’t slept in hours and hours not sure if my headache or backache is worse dunno if i should fast tomorrow or not did i eat today i think im completely broke how many texts and phone calls have i forgotten to return how much donny hathaway and/or yeezy do i have memorized by now eff kinda town snows at the end of april why are professors so awkward just give me A’s man ill bake you muffins to eat with ya stale coffee hell is up with finals imma drop out and strip for a living.
the white institution of the world is the root of so many of my life problems and anger. whether it be anxiety bc of racial profiling or eurocentric beauty shit/being taught self hate or just everyday subtle(and obvious as hell) racism. i can’t even go back to the motherland without seeing the gotdamn effects of colonialism in society and my people’s mindsets.
can’t freaking have anything.