Sometimes I get the feeling that when I look into the mirror I'm not staring at myself but sumthing else...its like my being is not really here. Its like I'm dreaming like right now...am I really writing this. R u here?
Harlem made. Poet/MC. Descendant of Barbados and Bahamas. Intellectual Terrorist. Bi Polar. Swagtastic Fashion whore. Pot head shutter slut. All day lover. Brooklyn bred.
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