Egypt,
This was neither abortion nor...
''It's not the ghosts of the dead that hunt places...
When I raised my hands,
she came tenderly, bathing me...
When the mirror was upon me
to explain my vanity...
You
are the...
You once said that
sunbeams would guide...
Keys
despite...
I hide behind fake lines
of being a proud African son...
I'm an old soul writer
with a backyard pen...
Soft, summer winds leave me isolated
trapped between ebony nights, balmy days...
If there is one thing i know,
is that I am true to myself...
Tonight, I fell upon my knees
lit a candle...