Poems from Moses Espaniola III
What an asshole!
he punched me.
I did not believe, he would hit me.
I stayed by him.
I gave blankets and food.
Slam!
My gut hit.
Who knew...
Really bitch? you frilly bitch, you amuse me you wiggy ass bitch, you are free to go, silly bitch.
Tender meat I cant ignore
Pack your...
Its about time we start to pave
the road we seek, the path we crave
The art devine, illusive time,
our hands will catch you,
our hearts...
Clothes don’t define they say but--it can symbolize,
Portraits a--certain state of mind that says that--we can be bought
And the business...
I never saw
The scornful outlaw
But when she came home
I was hateful
Never once did I stop,
Hoping I could kill him,
For the dread she...