The year is 2020. Robin Thicke’s ten year old son is writing a poem for school. Stumped, the child turns to his father, “Dad, what rhymes with ‘hug me’?” A single tear roles down Robin Thicke’s face as he is confronted with the one question he will never be able to answer.
I’m becoming more silent these days. I’m speaking less and less in public. But my eyes, god damn, my eyes see everything.
Please tell me
I’m not as forgettable
as your silence
is making me feel.
The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.
Never settle, Ladies. Know your worth.
Freema Ageyman’s FACE, tho.