My poem about my science teacher who made me go to summer school
Mr.ferrera is a big ol’ shart
Mr.ferrera smells like a fart
Mr.ferrera thinks he’s a mr.ferrari
But mr.ferrera is just a ferwannabe
I’m listening my cure album for the first time since winter and it’s bring back so many feelings. I just remember blasting it at night with my blue light on and cuddling my blanket….crying.