Reblogged from DEPRESSION: my muse:
I was born in the back of a bus, my mother was on her way to work, to clean toilets and mop floors. My father collected trash. Honest work.
The books I was taught from were third hand with pages missing.
My mother learned from no books.
My father couldn't read or write.
The streets were my university and the penitentiary was my graduate school.
All Men Are Created Equal.
