They lead to that small hut. Inside is the fire blazing, the black round pot being stirred. Quiet child soundless as her braid tied tightly relying on her back. Plain dress and Brown shoes all hush. The fire crackles for life. … More Bear Creek
The scene was set and laid to be.
The cold she bore by the frozen tree.
Its roots embedded she found no cause.
Her soul was trapped with no remorse.
The chill descended wrapped in honor,
as ice cycles dripped from nature fathered. … More Me Preocupa De
Tears streamed down her cheeks. He began to blow scents of jasmine and cooing at it. Suddenly it opened itself to her. It peeled and grabbed her locks, it’s rinds, and swallowed her. She was a seed. … More Fruit Stand Wonderland
There is a lot you can find in a lost black girl. The knotty pine untied as the mind transforms into a world without limits. City limits, upward climb wile emotions roller in the rain. What do YOU think? Untied she strolls, her nameplate-emphasizing, blinging in script in so only the true can understand through the shine. … More A Deliberative Walk