i’ll take my chance with aliens before i mess w/ whatever is at the bottom of the ocean
When yall singing along to some migos and that one white boy on your team slips up and says the N-word
"wait i can explain"
"My grandparents are black"
"I have a black cousin"
"My car is black"
"Orange is the new black"
I don’t know anything about anyone. I don’t even know myself.
I need kisses, cuddles, and sweet words. But see the thing is I only want your supple lips, your arms around me, and only the sounds that your vocal cords create.
I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.