[tabby title="Poet Bio"] She was every girl’s envy Beautiful but pure But now she has H.I.V Deadly with no cure She wonders when And she wonders how Like many other young African daughters It was her very first time A...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Strange fruit no longer hang from the poplar tree A new harvest, shoot, shot up, already dead at the root The blood on the leaves now flows on the streets on white sheets Black blood as gloves...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] You Are My Forever Love Your friendship and love, And all the wonderful things That they bring into my life, Are like nothing else I have ever known. My heart is complete With the love we share,...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] some folk keep their demons in the cupboards some under the stairs under the bed locked up in pairs some folk keep their demons in their pocket others far, far away some keep their demons locked up...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I sketch my thoughts, the staff of my life; soul thoughts, in cryptic codes. I listen to the power of words, and follow the trail of deeply engraved memories and participate in the luring dance of my...