this just inspired me to spend 2 minutes practicing this
True story. Practicing in class.
i just puked because of how funny this was
SHE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE ALL OF THEM WTF
Okay but really honestly she sounds just like them
i watched this on the bus.
and this was awesome, lol!
the fucking dora one though
Well. That was impressive.
THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME
Is that a girl or a boy? And you smile because today maybe you might just pass. But then you see their eyes register no facial hair, no knot in your throat, no bulge in your pants. They say it again, louder, tauntingly.
Is that a girl or a boy. This time they know the answer and they just want to see you squirm.
And you do.
And they snicker.
“IT” performed by Kavindu “Kavi” Ade.
There are no words for the emotions that this video causes.
this is why i go to poetry slams all the time words can be so powerful
I reblog Kavi whenever he crosses my dash. Powerful as fuck.
they say that when we come into this world
we arrive whole but
i think i was born from all the little broken pieces
the flaws and broken promises and
untold lies of all the people who just couldn’t
do it anymore.
i have a scar on my little finger from an accident
a few years ago
where i slammed it in the metal of a door:
i like to show it to everybody
so they can be horrified at my battle wounds, and
want to fix them up.
my old psychologist used to say that i do it because
i know they’ll run if they see the other scars, the ones
spread across my thighs like a roadmap,
the ones on my wrists, the two at the crook of my elbow
that have never quite faded completely.
show them the parts where the world tried to save you
and they won’t want to see the wounds you inflicted
trying to ruin yourself.
or was i trying to save myself?
i did not mean to write so many
but i’ve broken my own heart so many times
tired my liver with drugs
exercised my heart with pain
and stretched my skin with cuts and bruises;
i don’t know how to
not be sad anymore.