Me, Lisa, and Ava.
I write in my head.
As I cut my facial hair, I noticed the glare of The Sun on my face.
YOU try to carry this backpack. ESPECIALLY through Harlem! (I'm not lol'ing)
Me with Black (Tyrone), heading to the studio.
I'm embracing my inner ogre.
You should too.
~I see the monster in you!~