My stance is cast, Pelt me with pebbles of hate Cast me in the armor of prejudice I shall remain the debris of my yesterday For the offspring of tomorrow Must not be awash by strangers’ drum beat My past is my today, The ancestors gaze down at me Faces endlessly stern I must not… Continue reading I WEEP BECAUSE…[2]

SALTY PEARLS…(when failure comes calling)

I have wanted this More than The barren hag Craved The feel of sucking lips On the nipples of her wilted, Virgin breasts. Wanting, My nerves have rippled Like the ired pond Protesting The forceful entry Of Mr. Frog Leaping into its waters. Have I not prayed Even as sin Dilutes my tottering faith; But… Continue reading SALTY PEARLS…(when failure comes calling)