Poetry

“Very rarely do I go by the norm of what is expected of me You see I blaze a trail because I was born to be free The words spoken over me I cast aside like a rag And give myself new meaning, new purpose, new reasons to brag”. These words I speak I see […]

Words are a funny thing So often they evade you, just when you have deep things to convey My head streams with notions that curl from my toes,  Creep into the depths of my abdomen,  Gurgle in the tumultuous pit that is my gut,  Burn within my bones with a blaze that the winds of