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An Apology
We’re not perfect Do you ever wonder why we’re holding on to this anger? I haven’t forgotten what we’re fighting for But I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth it at all I want back the you I used to know I’m not willing to forget, just willing to forgive Or is it the other way around? All I can think is how short life can be This is pointless We’re not getting any younger, let’s pick up where we left off let’s start a new dance, let’s write a new song. Do we want to get older and regret it for the rest of our lives? So many what-ifs…
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Artist meets artist, and one is confused
One time, when I lived in North Jersey, I was sitting outside waiting for my laundry, minding my own business. I was sketching a masterpiece on my iPad when a guy in his late teens to early twenties walked up to me and asked, “Are you interested in listening to my Hip Hop CD?” He was an “upcoming artist,” apparently, and was distributing his music for free or for a few pennies, I can’t recall. After seeing the cover image to his CD — a woman on all fours wearing a g-string — I thought, ugh, more of the same. (If you’ve seen mainstream hip hop videos, you know what…
