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asis62

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You have stacks of money. I have stacks of books. Books that apparently seem to have no interest in being opened by the person who needs them the most. Why, you ask? Because I'd rather have stacks of money Than stacks of unopened books not wanting to be opened by its borrower. Luckily, you have a degree. I don't, at least not yet...

iron

I iron my wrinkled shirts. I iron my face to you, into your little heart with words of happiness and joy to make you feel so beautiful and wrinkle-free. I have enough iron. Enough clothes to iron so that you'll never have to iron a wrinkled-shirt ever again.

I live by my morality. People define me by my morality. I stand in defiance to those who believe my race, sexuality, behavior,and life choices cannot constitute to a greater morality in the society we live in. How will you define morality?

I suppose you've heard.. Yesterday was the last day I took anyone else's advice on what I should do with my life cause I suddenly realized everything I had thought was true and genuine was indeed a lie. So I suppose you probably still care, huh?

braid

I braid my hair with sharp stems that ignited the pain of your presence in the first place. Braiding is clearly not my thing. If it were, then I would describe it as something more empowering and meaningful. Braiding hair is self-empowerment. To be completed by someone else, other than me.

Romantic? Ha. Just the topic I need. When I needed romance I got it In the form of "Fuck You" since "I Love You" was a privilege for me to hear. Yeah, you were romantic. You were all romantic. All my ex's were too romantic that I had to let them go so they could fuck romance over with someone else. Not me.

half

half, not empty, not full, never satisfied. half of anything means nothing. half of you will give me no strength to know that you're still alive. half of me will give you nothing but hard times and wishful thinking. never half-ass anything in life.

dense

Density is dense in itself. The word accumulates in the internal memory of my brain. Bringing density to life is bringing density to freedom, Because when I write it's not freedom I express, it's not words that I write, it's not a voice that I release, it's the density of my mind.

Remembering those days, swinging in my ways, jump roping high as hell, so high I'd never reach hell. That playground was my heaven.

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Anthony wrote about stacks
“You have stacks of money. I have stacks of books. Books that apparently seem to have no interest in being opened by the person who needs them the most. Why, you ask? Because I'd rather ha…”

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