THIS THING ON MY CHEST

”Interpret not my words with the color of your minds” Shock! plastered all over the pages of the morning papers, a dilemma of occult, fine black pop-star encrypted in white skin, misappropriated identity, a direct consequation, the secret hid for years is found, that underneath this clean, white paper of mine, lies a thick lake… Continue reading THIS THING ON MY CHEST

LETTER TO MY BROTHER

Dear brother, Mother told me that you now brag around Wearing sagging rags, calling it swags You wear women adornments. Its swank! Vagrant fool you are, seeking notice Many chant your moniker before you And spit long hisses when you turn your back Fine boy you, you chase them all Both firm and wilted breasts… Continue reading LETTER TO MY BROTHER