Self-loathing just for illusion of humility. A mirror, an anomaly. I am black, white and all the colors in between. Photography, poetry. Visuals and words.
“Why don’t you ever smile?” A young girl in my neighborhood popped the question out of the blue a minute after our first ever interaction.
WARNING: This post will make you want to beat something or someone into pulp. Also, I am a figment of your imagination. Proceed to highlight words for no particular reason whatsoever.