Tag: work wolf

dust.
the one thing we like to give,
but sometimes can’t handle it when it settles.
once you’re paying it to someone,
it can feel empowering af.

“yeah bih!
you did me wrong!
now i’m ignoring your triflin ass!
woop woop!”

once you’re paid it tho,
by someone you thought you connected with,
it can make you feel like pure shit.
there is no cheering on yourself for walking forward.

“i held my head up high after i was ignored!
um,
pat me on the back!”

it might bring out the secret you may not be over them.
let the narcissists and sociopaths tell it…

“well whatever!
they wasn’t shit anyways!”

i might be a different breed.
so today,
i was running a little late for work.
as i was walking towards my office,
i see a “familiar” face looking at his phone across the street…

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI

when i saw his phone the last time we saw each other,
i already knew the answer.
the screen was cracked the fuck up,
chips was missing
from the armor,
and it was completely broken down.
i asked him:

“omg why does your phone look like that?
it never looked like that when we hung up.”

he didn’t answer.
he knew the answer as much as i did too.
he always had a phone case and screen protector.
he actually gave a fuck about those things when i was in his life.
when we were together

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI TURN YO TV ON

2017 has truly been the year of wake up calls.
it has also been the year of unexpected goodbyes as well.
it really has been exposing who is really in your corner.
i thought i had good straight wolves as friends,
but i see just how i meant nothing to some of them…

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI

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“what you doing?”

“work.
wassup?”

“i’m gonna pick you up later…”

thank god for that text.
it was damn near 1000 degrees outside.
the thought of taking all those trains,
and transfers that came with it,
felt like hell.
i still had to walk a few blocks home so i was happy for the ride…

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI

16516017808_ceb44777ef_zwork wolf randomly hit me up today.
i guess i need to eat my font from the other day.
i was working on a project and i saw his name ding on my phone.
it started off with regular small talk

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI