Poems from Itiopia
I am the trunk of the chopped tree submerged under the weight of trampled earth.
I am the dirt underneath your finger nails.
I have no...
We all wear the mask but how long can it last?
How long will it be before someone finds me out?
Will it be after I graduate from college...
It Stands out on a highway,Like a Ghetto from another timeIt inspires my questionsWhat's That?For our brother's as they ride,No one...
The old African taught me that the outerhead must reflect the inner-head. Thoughts are to reality, as electricity is to the polar ends...
In the spirit of cool waters flowing westward from the Blue Nile; we resist. We resist the temptation to be sub or superhuman. We resist...