street poetry
When I walk down the street and see clusters of garbled writing, I get curious and document them.
Some people have a lot to say but no audience to share with, so any surface can become a canvas on which they leave their thoughts.
These are ephemeral snapshots of someone's state of mind before they are scrubbed clean or painted over, so this is a place I made for them to live on.
WHY do you always want to MAke me cry?
I know you Been telling lies cus
I see it in your eyes!
You tell me Baby I'm sorry!
You tell me you won't leave me alone.
With our History why do you keep dissing me?
