On my way back home…

I walked in straight lines. My feet carefully marking the street pavements. I then walked in diagonals Carefully marking the blocks with my sole. I walked with my face down Painfully acknowledging the pain and shame within. I walked with these demons, And they feasted on my failure. It was at this point that IContinue reading “On my way back home…”


My dark brown eyes May not reflect yours My dark chocolate skin, May seem rough on the outside. And my face may not be appealing But my intentions remains pure. You just gotta see, Gotta see through me. SOLOMON Writers remark; So I am getting this feeling that it was a very bad idea toContinue reading “SEE THROUGH ME”

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