I don’t care if you think my poems are brilliant
deeply thought out metaphors,
compassionate crap, or just plain no-good,
(u may not read another word I write, you’re here now)

I don’t care if I made you cry,
laugh till your belly ached, get angry,
or brought to mind the last muthafuka that let you down.
(that’s not my intention)

I don’t want high praise, accolades on a stage,
fanatic fans, or cash.
(though I will pimp my shit if the money is right)

Scribing is my way of communicating, pen & paper my microphone,
and I only write when there’s something to say,
I may not be married to genius.
(but I do fuck him on occasion)

So I don’t care what you think,
this ain’t a battle for the heavy weight title,
I’m not trying to knock you out, just talk.
(and your gonna listen to what I gotta say)

You’ll remember this piece, and come back
to read it again, and smile 🙂
(you wanna smile right now, go on..Smile,
I’ll tickle you if I have to, don’t think I can’t tickle you with words)


{Style}
BLAIR ~ by Steffen Garcia ~ Pearl (My Attic)
Drift ~ Mode Mini Wool Set ~ HUD Color Change
Ison ~ Cult Riding Boots ~ Fatpack (Collabor88)
{Hair}
Loovus Dzevavor ~ Cirque Fatpack (Marketplace)
{Accessories}
S&V ~ Hip & Waist Belt ~ Mint (Marketplace)
Glam Affair ~ Vintage Sunglasses ~ Straw
Ricielli Mesh ~ The Birkin Bag ~ Croco (TDR Fusion)
Mandala ~ Osenbei Jewelry Set ~ Silver Earrings
VG ~ Brody Gloves ~ Color Modded (Marketplace)
{Poses}
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