She said: ...I know you did because I could tell. (Pause) Why you lookin' at me like I'm crazy?
I said: I'm not lookin' at you like you crazy. I'm only trying to calculate the number of liquor stores in Compton that could fit in vast space between me and what you can accurately tell about me; and I was never good at math. So, what you read as lookin' at you crazy is actually only me...carrying the two.
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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