Every poem I write is a story. There is a beginning and an end. It takes you somewhere. I want you to lose yourself in the plot. I want you to have reached an unexpected understanding of self, of life, of emotion, the nature of the beast, by the end. I want you to realize that blue isn’t blue at all. It’s actually red masquerading as blue and the box they live in is the matrix. So none of it actually exists. It’s all relative. Just like poetry. So silky smooth you don’t know that you’ve been sliding til you reach the end and make sense of the middle.
Holla atcha girl.