What’s Your Obsession With That Word, Whitey?
My issue is this: why do you have this obsession with that word? Why do you want to be allowed to say it?
My issue is this: why do you have this obsession with that word? Why do you want to be allowed to say it?
Life comes clearer on a hot, hazy summer day.
Sunburnt shoulders hunched from carrying the weight of the world
And the weight of your child and his laughter.