Thanks to the musicians who played at the Sorry, Mom Productions party tonight and whose words, in parts of this piece, I've borrowed -- credit goes to Flower and Man Up, Yancey.
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Every word speaks to your skin.
Every. word. I, utter
is guaranteed. To miss
something.
hindsight beats 20/20
and i fucked up
as i often do
i was born with all the angst of the 90s
and if i were born a decade earlier
my suffering might have meant
something.
i. stopped. hating (myself)
so i can stay
a little longer
...vinyl tomorrow
he's from the east side
she's from the west, when they
press reset
they know they'll
never get rest
thought i saw a rainbow
just the oily remains a car
already passed by their fingers strumming
like hooks stretching at strings
unseen i'll educate you
in police brutality
And the selfishness
of the life you
didn't use
And i decide the rain
which leads me on my way
we're so focused on who we're becoming
we never discover who we are today.
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