I thought I had managed
to pull myself out of the hole...

"I want to become
a better person&quot...

I'm moving forward, my love.
I finally can say, that my days are...

Though they often cut like swords
I am really no good with words...

I want to write for you
a poem which speaks of infinite love...

I never wanted to be a charity case,
to be loved out of pity, and not out of will...

Before you,
the palms of my hands...

Its 11:10,
I stare at the clock...

This poem was written for an Art Challenge
on matters of race, written from the perspective...

I was already getting
close to home when I saw you...

Feeling this way
ain't foreign to me...

I don't really like
It when it rains, it feels...