Why I was late today, and will probably always be late as a black woman
Liz Morgan

… you write “slam poetry” about your privileged first world existence and people lap it up?

hell even the cover photo is a glamour shot but people are too scared to point out that you’re a hack. if the only thing you are is a color then that’s all you’ll ever be.

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