I woke up this morning to bend over for the white man without even combing my nā¦.r hair first like the hoodrat I am š½š kik/telegram/wickr: yayasonasty
āI was enjoying the peak of a mountain I had climbed by merit. Yet in my lofty place, I looked at another unscaled, and fell back to the base where I had started.ā - Chromius