A Day In My Life

Why I Write

I write for my stitched shut lips and my chain downed vocal chords that are not able to speak. I write because my diction is better than my dialect. I write because my author ego is better at telling my story than I am physically able to.   I started writing when I was in… Continue reading Why I Write

My Poetry

Bullets.

Flying high through the sky.   Flying through schools. Flying through churches.   Flyinf through stores. Flying through night clubs. Flying through running marathons. Flying through airports. Flying through windows. Flying through the streets.     Flying through cars. Flying through restaurants. Flying through offices. Flying through homes. Flying through you! Flying through me!  … Continue reading Bullets.

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