Poem: I Weep Not For Death No More

Death isn't so bad, When only we exist and not live. Death isn't so bad, When all is lost on human terms. Death isn't so bad, When all we see is death itself. Death isn't so bad, When no one knows famine in the grave. Death isn't so bad, When the body feels no pain... Continue Reading →

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Poem: Albino Negro

I came out of my room Dressed in my best attire Staring deep into him Longing to hear him I knew all he loved I was not part of that I strolled round his sight I said a prayer for him I cooked his best meal I made the African style he loved I bought... Continue Reading →

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