You don’t see
You walk by me on the street and see the
Hip slick cool spiritual jean wearing soon to be famous director aint nobody yet
Gal
You don’t know
I dream of running over cotton fields
With the dogs and white guys that aint seen a shower in ten days but can shoot you square on in the dead of night
I sometimes think that nothing I do will ever matter
but who’s listening to the loud crying voices in my soggy head but me anyway
Look
Look into my eyes
See the Queen gone broke but gonna matter and hit them all with the real juice just as soon as I’m done with this bill collector
Look past the
how are you and yes I’m just fine my uncle is dying and I’m getting divorced but isn’t it a wonderful day and hell that traffic sucks
bullshit
Wipe your eyes clear of the
if I tell it to myself enough it will be true but I can’t be more than everyone else otherwise they won’t like me
self destruction
Look
And you might see somethin’
July 22, 2002
Karuana Gatimu 