I dedicate this to my ex, and all the other shitty exs in the world.
I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place.
And you're still probably working
At a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes
When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it... Read More
I cried because I was given hope for the future of my family and my children. Not economic hope, but for the first time in my life I thought that perhaps all the things I'd read about Martin Luther King and other civil rights leaders might actually come true. That I might see it in my life time, or at least... Read More