Brother: Your food stamp money came in, you can swipe it in the cafeteria and get lunch.
Me: I don’t want the people at this job to know I’m poor.
Brother: You’re eating Ramen noodles…they know you’re poor…
I'm just 20 years old. A poet from Detroit with dreams of being published and connecting and touching the hearts of other poets.
navigating through life one sex position at a time...lol
Mental-health based blog, peppered with art, terrible Swedish music videos, observations on The Absurd & I hope just the right blend of silliness.
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