Despicable, decrepit, destructive deplume
Incessant inquisitions and undeserved impute
Violent thoughts amidst separation so vile
Omnipresent abandons and odious bile
Repulsive while resenting beginnings with rancor
Conclusions so caustic, no relief for this canker
End.
Mirror mirror, am I the one?
Change your hair, see the sun
Fix your nose, be more fun
Get ‘er done, get ‘er done.
Mother mother, am I a prince?
Stand up straight, fix your tint
Read more books for recompense
When you’re fair, this’ll make more sense
Father father, am I a model?
Be a doctor, win the lotto
Are you a model? don’t be so shallow
Write a book, endorse a motto
Brother sister, are you proud of me?
Well it depends, can I borrow three?
And at 4am will you make me free?
You sellout house-negro wannabe
Mirror mirror, see my tears?
Shards and blood and seven years
This fascination with beauty confirms my fears
Time for a veer and God is near.
kenn
As of this writing, very few people know of or visit this blog on a regular basis. This has become the experimental hold of those writings which I deem “safe” enough to share with curious eyes. BUT. Soon this blog will hold sketches, writings, rants, news, and the occasional belly lint. Soon it will link to countless other bloggers and artists throughout the globe. Soon I will finish my new website showcasing my illustration. Soon I will no longer come here simply talking to myself.