Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
I don’t know how
Many times I’ve met
my dancer.
I didn’t go
to my school
prom,
so didn’t die
in the fire
the night….
I think I
saw him
in the eyes
of a
twelve year old
Black boy
with a
.38,
HIV at age 24,
gone in
six months.
And as I age,
That dance date gets
Closer….
Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry. View more posts
Liferaft in the Abyss