“man ur such a pussy” a jock says to me. i laugh. “well,” i begin, looking up at him and popping the collar of my jean jacket, “like they say,” everyone waits in anticipation, “u are what u eat.” the jock dies instantly, the crowd cheers, obama is there,
In 2017 I hope Instagram influencing makeup and fashion dies like im sick of Face tune and those spandex co ords, lip fillers, cornrows on nonblack girls, and unattainable body proportions like I’m tired tbh
