The Epitome

I am the Epitome… I am he that was created when the void from an absence was filled by a desire.  A desire that led to a belief A belief that within me was the ability to develop the strength Of that black “S” which is now embedded in my flesh And with that I … Continue reading The Epitome


I Am From

I am from the cracks and crumbles in the concrete under the streetlights. Born of the misgivings of a rebellious baby. A baby who bore a baby way too early. I am from the mountains and seas of red brick and chipped gray mortar, the combination that made up the homes known as the projects … Continue reading I Am From