Society's sins turned an extrovert into a hermit, cannot trust your neighbors everyone plotting on how to make a million,, selfishness is the new bingo!
I feel for the infants incubated inside the dragon's layer where an injection so lethal feels so legal yet a book is considered a hook so it is better avoided....
My swarthy skin got me trapped in the projects, streets and jail cells.
Why are we always the victim of circumstance?
Copyright © Marley Marlibu | Year Posted 2020
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