Most of what I believe in
Many others don't think are real

God, First Love, my Muse, aliens
Racial commonweal

I write from Imagination
But also this world of place

Yes, I keep on thinking
Of discoveries in Space

Not sure where I'm going
The Road goes on ahead

Will I be remembered
After I am dead?

A gift? A freak? A failure?
What will she have said?

My sins no doubt scarlet
My blues poetry still read?

My letters quite confessional
Vulnerable I bled

                          Confessions
                         Like my meds