I am


I will always be a poet. And it is where I belong. When you finally find it you just can’t stop singing that song. I think I knew it all along. But sometimes I’m weak and not strong. Legos go on a poetic journey of a day when I was truly a fuck up

I actually painted this before I lost the use of my hands

This is me today with no makeup or wig

 It will grow back. Still one hot tamale

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