Andrew Little
Bio
Carlton A. Armistad is the pseudonym for Andrew R. Little. I prefer writing under this as it allows me to look at any body of work I complete separate to my personal day-to-existence, and safeguards my relationships and family.
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To Sunderland; I Leave My Heart
1. Beautifully bodacious & blooming, but sultry in His approach, that is how He hesitantly hovered over My quiet spirit, until I found Myself drawn to every rhythmic wave of his harmonious hands taking the melodic sound down through His sensual shoulders, then releasing the next move with climatic collisions and precision so His hips made the decision to ignite this hypnotic process all over again.
By Andrew Littleabout a year ago in Poets
Black, Old & Poor in 2024
1. Royalty, born the truest descendant of royalty, who’s wealth & inheritance was raided, raped, brutally beaten, murdered & tortured from the hands of my ancestors over the last 3500 years, these heinous acts continue today with little or no justice applied to the suffering of my Race. No reparations offered to allow Us to claim back what was disgustingly and viciously taken from Us. Scattered across every corner of this earth are my Brothers & Sisters. Lied to, they tried to & continue to diminish Our accomplishments, history, divinity as the Ones that birthed & created a World so magnificent, they still fear Our 2nd unstoppable accent to our rightful place as Royalty.
By Andrew Littleabout a year ago in Poets
My Fading Light
1. Aching, always aching with pains internal and external with each acting vengefully eating at my already form providing no suitable warmth to see Me survive. Suddenly I can no longer run towards any fun as all of Me is bereft …shipwrecked parts of the Ocean.
By Andrew Littleabout a year ago in Poets
Four Seasons & Four Moods of Me [Dedicated to The Ones That Know]
1. Ethereal; air breathing and travelling at the supersonic speed of light is where I am Changing, like pain meets pane to reflect, introspect and deflect all the energy you offering, but I aint wanting
By Andrew Little2 years ago in Poets
Thirty Years A Slave [Dedicated to Those Struggling To Love Themselves]
1. Escaping, to where Body and mind are safe enough, to open up showing the world I am not afraid Chasing this unforgettable dream, that My choices are my own and must remain so, as you will never own me.
By Andrew Little2 years ago in Poets
