Grand Theft Auto BB guns, Knock knock zoom zoom, Until we’re running and hoping fences. Can you remember a time we weren’t battling the end of our innocence?
I can do better. Meaning, even at your best, You’re not best for me.
Twenty nineteen. It’s about time the decade finally grew up and is no longer a teen. Teenagers usually come with bad decisions, Adrenaline and A short attention span. New decade, New life lessons, And more time to grow into a better self, A better man or woman, In a sense. Twenty nineteen was no twenty sixteen, When the graduation classes was filled by black excellence, Even when backed against the
Self care is confirmation to the self.
FOLLOW KIMOLEE’s INSTAGRAM It was a very still night. The air was filled with adrenaline and excitement, A lot of people just screaming and rushing For everything to go smoothly and perfectly. Little did i know that it was the imperfections of that night that made it the perfect night. It wasn’t until scanning the entirety of the venue that my eyes caught such an exemplary sight; Of nearly curated
Do not be my peace. I am already at peace with who i am, So i expect nothing less from you if you choose to be my equal.
FOLLOW BRIA KIARA’S INSTAGRAM I don’t know if i should even call you a stranger. If i knew falling asleep would’ve brought me to you, Then i would’ve continued sleeping until i met you. Nobody warned me about how soulless the world is, Much less explained the danger. The way you smiled, It was illuminating. The way your lips spread from both corners your faces, It was molasses. It happened
I’ve learn to actually listen, Instead of mastering the act of just waiting to speak. A man who a listen and respond in association of what was spoken, For this generation, That’s unique.
Follow Clovia’s Instagram Is it the red hair? The brown caramelized complexion? That just entices me to give you attention and praise? Not to mention, How thankful I am for your subvention. In all honesty, I may be a little more biased towards you because on top of your beauty, You’re Jamaican. When you first looked at me, It gave me butterflies… With broken wings, The feeling never actually flew
Snow covers green pastures. Hiding barren lands. I deserve sunshine