Chris
I tapped my pen on the table inside the lunchroom. One more fucking day was all I kept telling myself. One more day and I’d be back on the streets of Harlem. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that though. I didn’t wanna go back to that bullshit. Especially without my Mother.
The last…
In Chrajor Nation.
Love you like a brother, respect you like a lover. One soul occupying two bodies. . . But maybe they're too alike. . .
Love you like a brother, respect you like a lover. One soul occupying two bodies. . . But maybe they're too alike. . .
