Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Starving

My hunger
Is not one in which good can satisfy,
It is my culture that I crave.

I’m not quite full but
I’m still severely starving.

My insatiable desire
To soak up every imaginable
Iota of my culture
Has left me with
A heart full of understanding
But a mind full of migraine.

July 9, 2004
Suge


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