Poet, Photographer, Creative
She gave him the gift that keeps on giving
So he just trying to keep on living
Had to explain it to his siblings
But he can’t even understand his feelings
Doing his best to cope with it
He gets higher than the ceiling
He pop pills and smoke dope with it
He probably about to be evicted
He can’t work as much as he used to
Can’t keep his grades up at his new school
He has so much he’s going through
But he wears designer clothes and a smile to fool you
A lot makes me sad
Not much makes me happy
I like playing games
And spending time with family
I hate pretending
I hate having to be “manly”
I like being in Atlanta
I like a certain Cancer
I hate that my dad left me
I hate that her mom left her
It’s no one’s fault really
Though I feel like most thing fall on me
Maybe I’m right about everything
Or maybe I’m just bad at overthinking
This year seems a lot like the last
Not a bad thing it’s just what I’ve noticed
I’m still locked in
I’m still focused
Think I’m Ruffin and everybody else is Otis
It’s all about me
I’m who they come to see
If I stop then everything else gets messy.
Keeping the family on track like a train
Peace and prosperity the only things on my brain
Shot by: Too Distinct
Location: Horn Lake, Ms
photo was taken with Canon t3i with 18-35mm lens
I don’t really know.
What exactly is knowing anyway?
To know is to have learned.
To learn is to have been taught.
To have taught is to have thought.
Thoughts wander…
To be able to teach is to have once wandered.
We’re the generation that hates waiting
Necessities include instant gratification
Including bank statements
Yet we still have no savings
Losing respect for older generations
They created hell on earth
Yet act like we’re Satanists
Sorry if we don’t give a fuck about religion
Caring means we’d have to pay attention
How when we can’t even pay tuition
Wishing that our parents listened
Visionaries but they can’t see our visions
A better world is our only mission
Feminism so our women don’t just work in kitchens
Wear old shit and call it vintage
Trying to get our legacies cemented
Trayvon and Sandra are our Emmitts
Always worried about our image
Afraid of love so we stray from committment
Life comes fast we can’t waste one minute
Don’t preach to us about patience
Just go back and read the first sentence.
