The way you whispered into my neck
the same three words over and over
And no not the words everyone thinks
But the words that sting your soul and linger on your skin
That cause agony in your heart when they cross your mind
That twist your stomach into knots and blur your vision
Those words are the words that can’t seem to find an exit from my brain… the ones that stain
Question of the day: Why does America seem to love the black culture, yet hate black people?
Our resident street-style photographer was hard at work at the Met Gala capturing all of the glamorous realities of a white tie gown-on-the-move.
See all of Phil Oh’s Met Gala arrival photos on Vogue.com.