Poetry ain’t always pretty.
This book? Ain’t meant to be.
It’s loud, bruised, healing, honest, and hood as hell. A collection of punchlines, prayers, and poetic smoke from someone who’s seen both the light and the darkest corners of the mind. Landyn ain’t writing for claps — this is for the ones who cry in parking lots and still show up shining.
This is poetry for the unloved, the unchosen, the unstoppable.
Read it loud. Feel it harder.
