Thoughts of a Pin
I heard it only takes seven seconds For you to pin me onto your map of first impressions With my fingerling potato freckles planted by white hands, Hair like a midnight jungle that black feet traversed, Silk skin that…
I heard it only takes seven seconds For you to pin me onto your map of first impressions With my fingerling potato freckles planted by white hands, Hair like a midnight jungle that black feet traversed, Silk skin that…
Summer was for the bees. Summer was for the children tired of school. Summer was for the baby-faced capital of Old-town, Merica, Jaxon Thompson typed fervently on his tablet while unsuccessfully blocking out the noise around him. He swatted at…