Two black boys with their hoodies up.
America this what you so scared of?
#millionhoodies
Stages of age upon her face
and a days worth of tears on her lapel
Wind icily stains salt down her cheeks
Nestles finally between stickpin and tweed
Swirls it’s merciless influence down her collar
Whispers mellow desperate sentiments as she
stands at the bus stop buttoned firmly hands in pockets
And determined not to starve this week.
How to Feel Miserable as an Artist
(or, what not to do, underline any that currently apply)
Oh my fucking GOD at this moment I miss my mother so much I just want to destroy my entire fucking house and set the shell on fire.
