We’re from the projects where they tuck everything but knowledge & the darker it gets the more suspicious these walks appear. Early mornings spent swallowing residual fog in places where my assertiveness isn’t mistaken for anxieties. It’s called survival because it’s all love until a stomach growling. & the most controversial thing about feeling this way is that we don’t even be having problems with nobody.
[ Just a bunch of hood babies chasing suburb dreams 🏃🏿🏃🏿♀️ ]
