Blankets of clouds cover the earth like Serenity has come to tuck us all in. But the war on peace blockades such sleep. We lay in concrete jungles and crush the dreams of future roses because our buds are more important. It's nippy outside. Individualistic ideologies try to become apart of societal infrastructures but crumble … Continue reading The Brave Grow Old
...I'd rather die with my ancestors in the ocean because they knew death was better than bondage... ---Killmonger
Writing is a passion that I shall learn to miss when I have no desire to fill blank lines with words that matter even if they only matter to me.
Blacks are still looked at as profits in some cases and not people.