#byfriends

[sonoemily04]

Even if you only used me, I loved you....goodbye, cico 🧡

[yildirimemine]

[chtndamle]

#yellowshirt #mybirthdaygift #byfriends #mybesties #ilovedit #thanxbuddies #forpic&shirt (at shree dinesh mills colony)

[wishlist15]

"When you're trying to forget something, you'll remember it more"

Nathania Davita (teman seperjuangan saya)

[abluesforbrklyn]

The doors to the R train slam shut, curtains opening for the MTA stage. Sing, Mr. Black Man. “O beautiful for spacious skies for amber waves of grain.” Sing your song in resonating timbre, deep as the color of your skin. Sing, sing Mr. Black Man. “We fight our country's battles In the air, on land, and sea; First to fight for right and freedom And to keep our honor clean: We are proud to claim the title Of United States Marine. Jingle the cup, pennies clinking together like the chains of a system that’s enslaved you and forgotten about you. It makes no sense. A soldier sold for fractions of future potential on history’s dollar at the expense of your great children. “America, America God shed Your grace on thee” The passengers look away, turn a blind eye to the something we can’t un-see and invisible knapsacks of privilege can’t name. They throw in a single to avoid contributing their two cents to ease their shame for lack of change. Sadder than a flying monkey minstrel show “Follow the yellow brick road” He belts from deep within, “Follow the yellow brick road” some broken place with strange fruit trees. Lemon drops out of tune. as the train pitches to the side. Oh the wonderful world of Oz that we live in. Sing, sing Mr. Black Man. There’s no place like home There’s no place like home There’s no place like home.

Veterans Affairs (10/30)  - Marlena Stevenson, Poet