[The darker the flesh, the deeper the roots] I wish I never knew the wonders of holding personally hard-earned cash, because right now I'm dreading being jobless & restricted of mindless purchases. I miss spending my insanity away. & I realize that I'm getting more broke now, being off tar dosages. They were so much simpler/cheaper to live on. They were goddamn easy on/in/for my pockets. I'm starting to get tired of interviews. Fuck, why am I making myself sound like I'm on/off testostrone?
Anyway, my QueerUnderground initiation was slammed & hell I felt like 2Pac with 5 shots in his chest but I'm still living. I'm still bitter that it never surfaced in the eyes of the SIWM schiznits/grades. Since I can't stand up for & make my culture pop, I'm settling to surface the human species of my kind - Women. Their voices have got to be heard. Their thoughts have got to be known. Their places in society have got to be claimed. Even if Q/U is as good as dead in the education system to kickstart as an assignment, I'm not gonna let V/M get striked off too. I didn't sign up for writing class solely to be slammed even before I start. 2Pac's definitely claimed a segment in an intended post.
It's so hard to have a good shit without smoking, dammit.
& what is this raging rumour about me having a significant other, across my sets & subsets of friends/acquaintances? It makes me raise my eyebrows alternately & definitely feels weird. Tell me if I'm giving off wrong vibes on this page.
& what's that ringing question of "When are you gonna get grounded?" What, is the world all about love & couples now that singles are ostracized? What, you wanna sue my single ass now? I hold my own goddamn ground, schiznits. I can be grounded when I'm dead. Pun intended.
& that flappingtwat label that replaces my name. That's not my name. I know you're fed up, lady, but keep your head up.
