Sky words falling down.

THe fade has hit me now. muse returned.

I told a niggress I was black excellence today.

Lucky me, to be so privileged .  Still, it wasn’t that long ago that I called the streets home. Struggle isn’t anything until you’ve been sleeping in a stairwell. Of a looney hospital. Pardon the slur, am crazy myself.

Forgets about about finding Islam once stable shelter is obtained. Forgets friends. Self forgotten.

Keep a log then.

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