We are the fallen the dropped and crawlin. We are, we are- the youth of the na-a-tion. We dream in rhymes and speak in colors. Baby close your eyes, you might just see me. Just maybe. If you really try
There is a man on my lap. My fingers graze his nipple.
It's been a couple months. I've managed to be completely different.
I've pushed her back. For two years.
