Poems from ravailey
unsure and undecided would be the name of my autobiography if i could ever get off my butt and write. it's like the words i want the most always escape me at the most inopportune moments but because i'm not the ross gellar of my friendship, i'm not saying that because i think i'm special. eighteen and euphoric about being alive (especially since that's a new development in my little game of life i've got going on).
see, my america? that shit was born in sixteen nineteen as nineteenof my people were brought to jamestown virgina.and i say brought but we...
it goes like
work work work work work
fifty hours in three days, i'm not management though
daddy ain't never let me anything but great and...