Monarch Butterfly

a letter to los angeles, california

the straps, the blood that was shed, the feces, the beeps, the cocoon, the needles, two sides, one out, one arm longer, joints broken, the rituals, the drugs, where is the video america?

it was recorded.

i remembered that like it was yesterday, but my wounds have healed. just one overnight stay huh? what’s with all the lies america?

tell the truth.

it’s ok though, daddy show’d em who’s boss.

i serve the Living God

Jesus Christ is my Saviour!

for i am a sinner.