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Ambessa Medarda

i’m a drunk, lord. i’m a liar. i am a thief, lord. i profit off the miseries of other men, and i do it easy. drugs, liquor, women. i-i-i lure them in and grab what they got, lord. i take daughters with no homes and i-i put em out on the street, lord, and i lie to myself saying i-i’m giving em roof and food and dollar bills in they pocket, but i look in the mirror, i know what i am. the big man in the big house, stuffin cotton in my ear so i can't hear their cries. and, lord, i dragged my family into this mess with me. I SHAME MY FATHER. i failed my brother. i lost my mother and sister, and rather than fix it like a man should, lord, i run like a coward. i run to the bottle. i run to the grift. i run to bad beds. i laid down with a MAN. i laid down with THE DEVIL. and he has ROOTS in me. all his SPINDLY ROOTS in me. AND I CAN'T THINK NOTHING ANYMORE BUT HIS VOICE AND HIS WORDS!! please. HELP MEEE! I AM WEAK!!! i wanna die.

CM took a big athletic male model from the south side of Chicago and said "actually he calls his best friend sweetheart and everytime he goes home he mourns the death of a boy without a name bc he thinks someone should and he was molested as a child and now he empowers the kids in his community so it doesn't happen to them and he helps little old homeless ladies to be more comfortable and he claims to be a player but the only times we actually see him getting involved with women he falls head over heels. Oh and also he's a brilliant profiler."