Even though it does not look like it; in my mind, I’ve already murdered you with bare hands.
Stranger: What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think about prisons?
Me: Recovery institutions.
Nowadays, you don’t even know who are your friends anymore so you stop calling the cops and reach inside; scared, that they will turn bad against you.
I’ve had a dream and within that dream we were referred to as; “The two girls.” Now hear me good there was Hell on earth. And on that earth, Hell was spreading thick and mean taking everything with it—non discriminatory. It didn’t hurt; hell no, it was non discriminatory. And so I didn’t want to get wet I skipped back and looked over my shoulder only to find a haven, but within that haven you could lay your feet safe and sound on a place where you could find nobody—else.
Here is to anyone who might start going off slandering my name that I am in any way, shape, or form copying another person’s work; I will defend myself in court—with proof, truth, reason, and logic. See you there.
If anything they make us prouder by confirming and reminding us our rights and position louder.
And anyone who strikes feelings of terror at an oppressor for peace and justice with/without a beard.
I will never leave this world without a fight and if I leave I will still be fighting.
Karma: It is payback time, bitch.
Stranger: —That was a long time ago.
Me: Making sure I get my cut, ho.