I have put on a new skin
Rid myself of my old self
Transformed from foolish to wise
Full of wisdom
I, I the son of torridness
Emerge from the deep red soil
Proud and in akimbo
I stand tall at the mountaintop
And feel the new day’s sun
Flourish
And warm this new dark skin of mine
The poet is a want-wit of poetry…
Feels there is something prophetic and poetic about literature