2021

I’M WEARING A WREATH OF LAUREL His sentiments still echo, And like pearls so valuable I treasure the memories we had His pictures on the

CRY OUT Pain, pain, pain…. Psychological pain, emotional pain, physical pain Is what those innocent souls go through Those dull images you see With fake

DESTINY Alone she sat on that trench Seeing herself behind the crescent moon I guess she loved the dim light Inside it she saw herself

TUNES OF A SAD SONG When all seems wrong And all you hear are tunes of a sad song When the days and nights are

MY HEART A BROKEN INSTRUMENT Loosen all your wings Reside in my heart Defenseless,In me you confide In him I froze sod,My fears omitted His

Deep down we all know they are well. Well off just because they are under the tree enjoying the breeze and the serenity of late

*A LIFETIME MARK* I’m in love with the metaphoric metamorphosis of the butterfly , Began with crawling on dust and later Cocooned in loneliness ,

I’m made of black I’m a true symbol of a black Strong Powerful Black is independent Black is determined Black is original never fades Black

The walls look at me differently, Silently judging the girl with scars, The broken warrior who can’t keep fighting, Everyone is staring, watching, and waiting,