Page after page, 17 pages of this magazine tells a story that no one reads Sweaty hands pressed tightly against black metal cold, grip trigger; just do it - muzzle over my mouth muzzles the sound of my cries - staring down the barrel meeting eyes with the pounding of the hammer sliding back- I’m not safe. Methodically and strategically, I only get one shot. Literally. So I release so I can fly, I jus wanna laugh before I die.... bye bye butterfly, no need to cry.

You can’t forge a calligraphy of love no matter how great your penmanship - Niedria Kenny

Trying to get away, I’m Running a 4 flat ...still death is chasing me and breathing down my back.. sprinting for my life around this track just trying to get away.... jumping over hurdle after hurtle you get to another day

My writing is a not a response, nor a reaction - it’s a right My laugh is only annoying because you hate my beautiful smile

What if we all came with a Fact Sheet- like car fax- Not an opinion, assumption or guess about who we were or what someone thought or heard about us, but a real fact sheet. A human history report lol- What would yours say? Would you be a lemon?