Don't Be Like Me

October 28, 2012

Fuck. Suck. Rage and run. Blow your brains out with self-love. Don’t be like me. Fight your mother, fight your father, fight your obnoxious pimps, whoring you out for peasant profits. Don’t be like me. Flee from abuse and call it what it is— the traps of love. Masturbate your way into Nirvana, juxtaposing perfectly perversity and piety. And as you walk conflicting paths, of heroin addicts and sodomites of ascetics and nuns, cultivate kindness exceeding the pure. Be the unloved child of diverging bloodlines. Reveal the folly of the saints.

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I am an incoming graduate student who managed to get accepted to the Savannah College of Art and Design and also managed to both qualify and acquire nearly 40,000 dollars in scholarships. Of course, to actually fully pay off their tuition I require 20,000 more dollars. I feel like maybe I should have made better life choices, but seeing as I graduated from the University of Chicago, with a 3.3 overall GPA and general honors, I am glad I did something that I both enjoy and have the potential to become great at. I want a chance to pursue my passions, because I feel as if I could be a great writer who opens up to people a way of existing that few personally encounter in their day-to-day lives.

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renderusedMay 26, 2013

These are my thoughts on what it feels like to sit in church, where your father is your pastor, your step-mother is daughter to one of the mothers of the church, and your grandmother is one of the beloved "saved". Now I want you to pretend that you are a little black gay child, sitting in this hot church, among people you love, who do not know yet that they secretly despise you. I want you to pretend that you live in a world of black and white, where the "wicked" are not allowed to be beautiful at all, and that they have no knowledge of the beauty of God. That is what inspired this poem. Vengeance, a cry for help, a gallant declaration of war against the hypocrites who denounce the piety of the "damned".