I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
Tale of Mandisa:
Mandisa hangs on a the wall of my heart; sweet as a mopane tree! Her knowledge merely a seedling youthful inner growth
Ode to Nevaeh:
Nevaeh flighty, flightless, fearlessness Life is not a series of tallies It feels like a shadow leading you in the dark,
Ode to Elara:
Elara I don't need the sun You're my sunshine without you, nighthawk- nightmarishly nightfall would be benighted I don't need the moon
My first love wore navy and bunker pants- Strapping as red suspenders Laying me down on a Gurney— As oxygen tubes fill my nostrils
The Boy who Cried Fudge!
As a high school junior, Declan Sweets and his friends would wait until the Math teacher, Mr. Scott left the room. Then pull out a bag of sour skittles from his navy Jan sport backpack. Quickly devouring the candy making sour faces at one another, and taking selfies.
Sage’s Misadventures:Behind Barn Doors
Goat heads stickers, and cheet grass covered the pasture. As the sun rose, the hens were clucking away— Except an unusual noise alarmed Sage from sleep. What stood between her, the dog Ember, and the chicken coop was a hunger-struck hawk. The Rooster had all the ladies pile into the nesting boxes. His wings and talons were out stretched, flapping aggressively as he fought against the intruder. A long claw had a hen by the neck, unable to bend the chicken wire, without ultimately losing out on his quick breakfast.
Let’s air something out, I, tend Not havin’ polished out lyrical mastery- My inability to seamlessly drop the sickest metaphor
When life knocks the wind out of you— Choke up on the bat, keep peepers on the ball “ting” RUN When anger cast the largest shadow