Look at yourself— you filthy fucking mess.
Come over here and see
A high school dropout
Drunk and high on meth
With vomit and cigarettes
On his breath,
Come see how squirming inconsiderates
Are erased in death
Watching me reflect them
And their soul as I collect them
Face to face.
"If you don't work nothing will." Maya Angelou Read Bio
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