Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. ...
i like to write poetry when i feel like it and i am not as deep as my poems are so don't be scared to ...
I have walked in the darkness of I can’t feel because I choose not to. Fell face down and bumped my head on every feeling ...
Angel | Àse | Flower Child. Vermont. Boston. South Florida. PHENOMENAL... just like Miss Angelou, HONEY consistency... just like Oshun.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are ...
A silent soul lost in the pages of Shakespeare's diary
New York, New York
Doctoral candidate at Columbia University
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