bevlove.

my life is not my own.
youth wasted away hours behind a screen fulfilling a dream that is not mine.
false praises and small smiles. a grin to a check.
but I’m still behind.
and this race of the races leaves me in the dark.
no light shines in while I waste away. age away.
fade away.
my dream is smaller while my debts grow larger.
I don’t even want to wake anymore because my days are not mine.
and I cry to my mother, ma, I’m tired and she says welcome to adulthood. the all too familiar chant of the elders.
this. is life.
suck. it up.
work. for pennies.
then you die.


70000 people voted in detroit tuesday. everybody had something to say about beyonce’s new haircut today. people are dumb. it’s very irri.

I realy wanna make music y’all can dance to.


I just ain’t in a dancey mood.

— bevlove


there’s no glory in dying young.

they’ll stop wearing your rip shirt when the next one is printed.

tomorrow.

they’ll throw an rip party every year on your birthday and the day you were killed.

and they’ll keep the money.

your baby mama will cry and scream at the funeral.

and get pregnant by your best friend.

someone else will sell those petty ass dimes you were killed for and no one will be able to tell the difference.

except your mother who lost her son.

and your fatherless daughter who you swore you’d never hurt.

— beverly johnson


all I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriends. and my makeup bag.


friday haiku

just got paid today.
spent it in my head last week.
I’m a new slave, too.