I hate sleeping alone. I want you here, in my arms. Our legs twisted like pretzels.
in the catholic ghetto, born and raised
at the playground is where I bullied most of the gays
relaxin chillaxin communion all cool
oppressing some minorities outside the school
when a couple of gays who were up to no good started making out in my friendly white neighborhood
I burned one little cross and the blacks got scared
And said “You’ll never be in the White House as long as we breathe air”
(Source: mechastreisand)
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I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Jaime Gil de Bieda (via llenalena)
(Source: light-essence)
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