ooh woe. woe is me.
the mean world has
poked a pin at my happy bubble
no more art for now.
the white man speaks with forked tongue
i, like a regular redskin, undercapitalized,
must move to another reservation
the march of tears… from cozy freedom
to the 'big house'… shared room nightmares
'four walls a free man make', goes the proverb
what will i do…
"bradley my boy, i believe we were put on the earth to do a lot less than we think."