inside of me

I am now curating feelings

In my museum

 

Where beads from Senegal

Hang on my wall

And torn rap posters

 

And I’m walking on cotton all day and sand all night

I am doing everything that makes me happy

Including loving each saged corner of my soul

each black wall of my apartment

 

I am riding this experience

Like a fast, rocky A train ride.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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