so technically this was written as a poem but i cant stop singing it. wrote this at camp(yes, camp was great, but no matter what mood im in my writing is depressing. consider the ending lines the product of being at a church camp filled with testimonies and scriptures and good will, and the rest m being my dark writing self)

we is all stories. we is all conflict and pain messes. we is all beautiful. we is all bad grammar sometimes. we is all able to help each other sometimes. we is all allowed to have grammar when we is trying a bad attempt at being funny and we is really bad at funny. but maybe that was so bad you laughed anyway.