Don’t call me young. It always has such a negative connotation. I’ll take it the same as you calling me inexperienced. How do you know what my eyes have seen or what my body has endured? Want to label me? I already have one. I am Kennesha. That’s all I’ll ever be.



Just to be able to touch his skin
Like a gift from God
Trace his body with my fingers

To read his mind would be divine
Window to his soul
Let us intertwine foreign hearts

Born of the same prickled beginning
Embodiment of spiritually
Curiosity to learn your ways

Too simple
We’ve never known it could be easy

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Nicolette & Star: Infamous Youth


NOTHING is ever what it seems.

That's why we WRITE it.

Come, sit down, stay awhile.



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