Pink Flesh

I long for lyricism

that complements the Rhythm

& Blues grooves I grew...

In the silence

of the morning

I write

before the souls I love st...

She imbued her testimony
with the waves of emotion
a stolen people have drowned ...

After the sun goes

they hang low.

Suspended…

swaying to

Truth is… 
I don’t really care 
for this time of year.
...

F*ck your forms.

F*ck your norms,

and f*ck you.

The eyes are the window of the soul

unless it’s mirrored glass that casts

I have these

moments

of self doubt.

So I censor the emotions

From time to time

I must allow my pen to rest.

Give my ink some time to dr...

I harbor no resentment,

only the discontentment

of a child whose parents