You write out of need. You write out of hunger. It isn’t your brilliance; it’s the flaw in your makeup that drives you.
The Daily Show tries to help white people understand what it’s like to be stopped and frisked.
DEAD Fucking Spot oN
Stop setting yourself
on fire for someone who
stays to watch you burn.
Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.
It’s hard to resist a bad boy who’s a good man.
I get more excited and more nonchalant at the same time. There are a million things going on here in the states. And let’s just acknowledge the fact that I’ve never been out of the country, but here I am about to LIVE in another one for 6 months to a year (gotta do it big or not at all lol). But it’s bittersweet because for the last two weeks my fam and I have been watching my uncle die (he’s only 48) and my youngest uncle was admitted into the hospital for internal bleeding (he’s had a drug habit since he left Jersey, and all 6 of my uncles were dope boys and wild as the day is long). I’m taking care of my household right now because my mom, after giving this company 15 years of her life, was laid off a week before Christmas.
We’re okay tho.
Like really okay. There’s this Joy that we’ve found (at least I know I have) in banning together. It’s shown us a lot about ourselves. We’re tight as hell, my family. We’ve had our disagreements but we’ve had each other’s backs too. We are probably the most “I love you,” “I live for you,” “I miss you” chanting hard asses there are. I swear we’re like the mafia, minus the pompadours because our hair doesn’t do that.
Death is a part of life. And even in its all-encompassing darkness, my fam has huddled around and nourished some light. That’s gold to me.
So I’m burying my uncle, feeding my family, praying them back on their feet one day at a time. And in a couple months I’ll be flying out. Here’s to the years and how we style on em. :)