Poems

It was 107.3 or 10.3 Ah! what was the frequency? Samuel said scratching his head “They couldn’t possibly be…”Shhh shhh…ah […]

It was a full moonwe beheld its beauty becauseit was dark, it was nightand old Kwame was sitting in his

Sigh a sigh of reliefdaughter of Zionmake a joyful noisefor thy king comethupon an ****’s colt he sitsmeek.he’s come to

When I was littleI liked stories that told of a worldwhere everyone had a superpowera supernatural giftthat made them unique