the page which you read yesterdayI borrowed it from time.
he can’t see that pencilbut he knows I am writing in my mind.he can’t read that poembut he…
All of my hopes and dreamsare gently languishingunderneath a soft blanket,curling up into…
contrary to popular belief,this skin is not bullet-proofmy melanin is not flame-retardantmy blackness is not…
Days pass like a game of TetrisThis block here, that one thereRebuilding my life with…