Proverbs 22:6
I am the notebook
The left hand holding the pen
The fury of thoughts burn through my margins
The smudges of inclusion smear with dragged flesh
I wasn't meant to be understood by the reader
Turn the page and learn to be ambidextrous
Maybe this whole time you were meant to be rite.
© TheUpsetMillennial
The left hand holding the pen
The fury of thoughts burn through my margins
The smudges of inclusion smear with dragged flesh
I wasn't meant to be understood by the reader
Turn the page and learn to be ambidextrous
Maybe this whole time you were meant to be rite.
© TheUpsetMillennial