The only compliments better than physical appearance compliments are those pertaining to the nature/style/whatever-is-generally-happening’ness of my writing (I like to call it non-poem poetic justice).
I’m really looking forward to getting my hair as cut as short as possible so that I may not have split ends. If I don’t like how short it is curly, I can always flat iron it, because that’ll be way easier that way. As long as I can make a bun with it curly, I can accept it.
As I spraypaint the name of someone who I’m not 100% sure is even alive anymore across someone else’s artistic installation in a park, I can feel hundreds upon hundreds of Ugandans learning to walk. I am unchaining them. I’m setting them free. I did that. That’s me. You’re welcome. Maybe I will expel my urine on it too. For good measure. Especially if the Ugandans are also gay. I will be remembered