[tabby title="Poet Bio"] She’s constantly praying for a day When she will treat your heavy sketching on her chest As gentle hands attempting to tickle her soul. She’s learning to stop crying to your words. She’s recalling her face. She’s...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] There is more nothing my own Than the freedom of my heart The pulse that searches The wilderness for the tame There is no wall more confining Till to the cold wide sea I am forced to...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"]Thomas Sankara died for ideas which still live on today, tomorrow red carpets for red berets which can not stand upright weighed down by tender bellies made from Egypt, France and others punching the air screaming I will...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A hankering beast set out, just behind me It was birthed to this world seconds after my cord was snipped Life became my own And always shared with It It breathes heavy on my neck The condensed...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] blow me away into a million pieces will you just only if after the thunder and the storm, when it all dies down you will still be here love me till my hearts stops, love me till...