In a perfect world everybody could sing.
Unafraid of the unknowns.
Weary of the inevitable.
drums would beat.
I would walk to mine.
and you to yours.
What made us different would pull us together.
Calculus would be taught in kindergarden.
Every 18 year old would be an Einstein.
skirts kicked up.
In a perfect world,
expression would be in the form of paint.
not guns and fists.
Roy G Biv.
our minds are a blank canvas.
It is up to us to paint what happens.
the autobiography of: this nigga right here...x
I could die right now.
...but I didnt.
So what if I did.
who would cry?