Kendricka_Jones

From the Detroit, Michigan Undergrounds. Summer is a crossdresser who he calls himself the Living Glam doll. With his electro glam goth music he was singing since he was 12 years old. He started wearing makeup at age 13. He been gay since 3rd or 4th grade. When all about you is black with gloom, And all you feel is pending dool When your bones are racked with grim despair When every breath is a gasp for air. Keep on going, though you need to grope For around the bend is a ray of hope. A ray of hope is perhaps all that’s left As your will to live has been You’ve lost it all, it’s just no use You can end it all, you need no But throw away that piece of rope And give yourself a chance of hope. Brown-thrush singing all day long In the leaves above me, Take my love this April song, "Love me, love me, love me!" When he harkens what you say, Bid him, lest he miss me, Leave his work or leave his play, And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!

I am Ms. Cleopatra, and she used beauty and charm to get herself power and keep her from harm. But remember one thing, important to grasp: even this queen ended up on her asp. There are hours when every thing creaks when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs and closets crack their backs, incautiously Fed up with the polite fantasy of having to stay in one place and stick to their stations Humans too, at work, or in love know such aches and growing pains when inner furnishings defiantly shift As decisively, and imperceptibly, as a continent some thing will stretch, croak or come undone so that everything else must be reconsidered

It’s hard to know if you’re alive or dead When steel and fire go roaring through your head. One moment you’ll be crouching at your gun Traversing, mowing heaps down half in fun : The next, you choke and clutch at your right breast No time to think leave all and off you go . . . To Treasure Island where the Spice winds blow, To lovely groves of mango, quince and lime Breathe no good-bye, but ho, for the Rest West! It’s a queer time.

You look at me with an evil grin, After you saw that my cock was small I fear I know what will now begin, You’ll see your girlfriends, and tell them all! I then bow my head with so much shame, And beg you to please not tell a soul That was the start of your wicked game, You knew over me, you had control! You told me I didn’t have a cock, That what I had, looked more like a clit So what happened next was no big shock, To your bold commands, I did submit!

Men in clean black suits,With neatly tied bow-ties. Women in straight black dresses, With expensive silky scarves. All standing before me in neat rows, Trying to find out a sensible cause. Powerful odours diffusing in the atmosphere, With cries and sighs that to me were not very clear. Freshly cut red roses around a wooden box, And a few daffodils all the way across. A cold weak breeze blowing by, And all was still ad I lied.

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