"Realness eats raw meat
and does not waver
nor drift on currents.
He has the staying power
of the sun.
Realness walks only in his
own shoes."
A poem, by Spoon Jackson
This is a poetic way of confirming my opinion that life is a motherfucker. That it will punch you in the face every chance it gets. Spoon Jackson said it better.
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