*Yesterday, I got caught in
A downpour waiting for
My bus. At the gas station, I
Saw a lady praying to God
As I passed by. Thought of
These holes in my face like
Those of her Holy ghost, or
My pap's sturdy old boots.
He always said somehow I
Look just like the mona lisa.*
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
*Yesterday, I got caught in
A downpour waiting for
My bus. At the gas station, I
Saw a lady praying to God
As I passed by. Thought of
These holes in my face like
Those of her Holy ghost, or
My pap's sturdy old boots.
He always said somehow I
Look just like the mona lisa.*
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