Poems from The Scholar
I am just a victim of poverty tying to break through the glass ceiling. A Family man. A Gentleman. A Scholar...
What’s your brand? Some how, some wayWhether it’s tomorrow or todayIma be the bestI’...
I hope I am not the last to say that I am a renaissance man
trying not to fall for what I stand.
I am trying to stay on my feet and off...
Dream Big
I was told to dream big.
Here I sit with an injured wing realizing what I want to be. But I question this thought as if I...
I hear the steps from the soldiers who march with heightened heart beats.
I hear the false truths trembling through teeth of the ones we...
Summertime Daze
Summertime. Summertime, it’s summertime.
NO 5am alarm to ruin my sleep.
No, now my deepest and sweetest fantasy
About the...