Just wrote this

Bitch stop playin wit me

You know you want this dick

I got racks

Look at my car 

You know we get this money

Bitch stop playin wit me

Gimme dat butt

I want that butt

You know I want that butt 

So give it to me

Bitch stop playin wit me

Stop playin & cook me something 

Mix fire with food & see what happens 

Also add miscellaneous seasonings especially salt & pepper 

Bitch stop playin with me & turn on Xbox 

Hand me the controller

Watch me play this game 

You better give me that butt 

Bitch stop playin with me 

7/12/12

Because of her I've searched for the tempered light of love unbound by the structures of man trying to explain existence through futile eyes. At night she cries, screams for me. When the sunrises she laughs & prays that I see the future she hopes for. The dreams she rests upon are far from  my own.

1:26 AM

Mommy look at that man getting lost in a bottle again. He cries tears of sorrow that smell of bourbon & cheap wine. Lighting up an already half smoked cigar,  he licks his lips & focuses his eyes on the ground. The thought of self realization darts across my mind. Not a reality but a hint that it could exist & at this point my instincts tell me to look away from the man. Mommy grabs my hand & hurries me, shouting "come on". This only further peaks my interest of the stranger. I take one last look at the man as I ready my lips to speak. My voice cracks as i clinch the lonely quarter in my pocket. "why?" I ask putting the perfect circle of cold steel in his palm. He looks at me innocently. A smile begins to emerge from his once solemn face. "thank you" he responds then puts the cigar back in his mouth. Mommy has become impatient & pulls me away grabbing me by the collar. We walk. Up two blocks & down two more. Im an adult now & the scent of the mans cigar smoke has become too familiar.