Let's all be disappointed as we watch Catfish...
brandnewjones: bojangle-bandito: brandnewjones: Cuz we all know this is about to be some bullshit in some way, shape, form, or fashion. SHIT IS IT ON?!?! Yeah homie! Let’s watch together! It’s gonna be his sick mom playing tricks on him, watch.
sliding down rainbows.
Mum, I think I’m gay. He’ll say while I’m chopping the garlic, or the ginger. Or stirring the gravy. At least, I think that’s where my son would tell me in the future. Or maybe at the grocery store; because I’d have taught him from an early age how to shop for himself – and so the bi-weekly grocery store run would be our special bonding time. Where he’d tell me about his day, and his friends and...
When I see Yemi and Kaleigh leaving to go out for...
When Yemi told me that all the residents bring her...
why is sing the black and blues...
i look at frowns the same way a newborn views smiles. Familiar and welcoming – never have to do too much to receive them but they come with every breath I take. I meet them like I greet the night; allow him to mount me and remind me what my 3am feels like. smells like. tastes like, midnight snacks that satisfy me the way the world never could. Yet, here I am. Standing on the auction box you made...
of that whole Glee episode, the part I continued to go back on, was Brittany’s gangsta face at the end of the dance. i.am.in.love.
I Did Not Learn His Name
We became one The night I let my tears dance with the mouth of this man. Watched as they danced from his lip and back to my fingers. They wouldn’t leave me that easily, my tears Would escape from my eyes But Find a way right back to me, reminding me that on the days When I feel like this They will always be there with me. They were the ones that always came. But he, Well he let them fall. Allowed...
Rudy Francisco: Freewrite "When a black man says... →
rudyfrancisco: He will nod his head He will say this with a chuckle in the basement of his throat As though words like these Are not smoking pistols That wound the self-esteem of women who wear midnight on their skin He will smile As if he is almost But not quite willing to excuse the amount… this man, is the man. and when i meet him…
what women want
what women want we want your cat calls to degrade us, to make us feel like the piece of meat you’d feed an old aged bitch. And the touches we want? Rough, quick, hard, rarely there as we strip ourselves bare and show you what lets us make love without actually being in love. And, well, that’s what we wanted when we were little girls. We wanted to spread our close minded legs and close...