Scene 7 FADE IN: DINA IS IN HER DORM ROOM COUNTING HER MONEY. DINA I don’t know how I’m going to pay for some lotion. Dina sighs DINA My job doesn’t even pay me enough Dina’s cell phone rings DINA Hello? FRIEND (O.S.) Hey, are you coming to the party tonight? DINA I can’t. FRIEND… Continue reading Her Office: Act 1 Scene 7
The sky we live under they roam Past down from generation to generation I was taught to watch, be cautious, but more than that to know To know how to look in their eyes and spot the difference Is it their clothing, their uniforms, their jaw structures, is it the cold blueness that pierces through… Continue reading Sixth Sense
Our people always been on the bus Since Rosa Parks Hell, I’m on it right now. We can’t afford cars, too expensive Pay this note, pay that note Have insurance Buy a title Don’t nobody got time for that We like the bus though. It’s fast, if it’s on time and even if it’s late,… Continue reading Buses
It was around 7 in the morning when the boy came over to take the door off the frame. It hung there so loosely from its hinges. As I was crawling up the stairs back to bed I completely forgot about the fact that it was a giant hole leading towards the inside of my… Continue reading 8 P.M.
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