#Poetry

If you are yet sprightly, But with fear saddled upon your heart; Bearing weightily on your self-will And encumbering your every step, Then stand before a mirror and look closely You will find that thou art no youth.

We whites are warriors… We whites are conquerors… We whites are murderers...  We whites are killers…

Sometimes, I wish... I was someplace else, but this is my home... Sometimes, I wish... I was someone else, but this is me... Sometimes, I wish... I could do something else, but this is what I do...