i am like an early 2000s mixed cd ; i can go from sean paul to my chemical romance real quick
The band that made me, me
It’s 2002. I am a twelve years old girl. I live in the poorest neighborhood on the island. My friends’ brothers are gang members, or drug dealers and the only thing most people have heard about the high school I went to is that there are metal detectors when you walk in. At this point, my idea of succeeding is taken straight out of a Ja Rule’s song and I am dying to look like Aaliyah.
Am I my job? Are you? Oh hell no.
Today, I was thinking about my job. And then I was thinking about my worth. And then, I was thinking about how the correlation I made between my job and my worth made absolutely no sense.