When all is calm,
you'll feel the orchids...

'It was not cookies,
but secrets...

Maybe, it was because of
the insults of my mother...

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

They all took my hand, shook it
told me their names and where they were from...

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

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

You were a first world passport
I was a third world country...

Tonight,
I think of you...

Before you,
the palms of my hands...

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

Today,
a customer came in...