I will be at artist someday! I will do it! I Must!
Life is a crippling race filled with hunger pains and chapped lips when you’re
…..I need another job.
…..a great windfall.
……a winning lottery ticket.
Because there’s so much that I wanna do. Do you realize the psychological implications of feeling like you can’t provide for yourself…when you know full well that you should be? Being able to look at what you lack, reflected off of every shining thing around you….
I dream of cool sneakers, fly shades and tight jeans.
I dream of taking my friends out to dinner.
I dream of materials…I’m not materialistic because I can’t be. I actually want material things VERY MUCH. Someday when I have money and time….I will care deeply about material things and consume them with much gluttony.
Does that make me insecure? Does that mean I’ve internalized the oppressive atmosphere of capitalism that perpetuates black inferiority in this country?
*womp womp womp*
….if you have more that 3 pairs of weareable jeans #dontjudgeme
Let me get all the old pairs that you not wearing.
*dances around the room*
Hip. Hip. So Hip 2 B.
THEE COOLEST CAT I’VE EVER SEEEEEEN!!!!