Compton O.G.
How many words? A thousand is what they say. And what say you this picture says? Can you tell I’m listening? Growing like Alice before your eyes? My chest limp hot air balloon gets bigger each bag I drop. ABANDONMENT, CruTches, don’t want to be lame. Enough with the bottoming coming on top like an immigrant Amalia. Daughter of an immigrant work till you lose your home your family roots humanity self Amelia mind. Work to get that flame going higher gets me higher happy deep as smile lines. Epiphany opening like a drawbridge rusted with years of tears for fears now rosebuds open in my chest ideas pop like stys before my eyes and I feel. I feel it stinging hangnail and I feel. I can say it all I’m a Compton O.G Oh GirL Oh geez! Orale Guey! O.G. from Compton Original Genius descendant from the line of OG authors from Compton Oh Gosh! Wait no descendants? Def not as long a list as the physically gifted star ballers’ we’ve pro