I am a Song Writer, Aspiring Author, Poet and many things Artistic define me
Sometimes I get carried away with another's language. In this case I mean English. And being of African decent it doesn't help. Meaning fellow African Americans and Africans might take it as me being a "coon" or lacking culture.
By MORFYASabout a year ago in Humans
I have 5 fingers, to wave at the ones I think of, Five hellos for greetings, with sunshine or with a sniffle. A wave for the bus driver, a wave for the morning light, A wave for a friend who's new, and a wave for one taking flight.
By MORFYAS2 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep, where stories sleep, on BookStreet's twisting lane, A wolfish grin, a tale within, of Robin Hood's own strain. No gold he craved, no jewels enslaved, his treasure, bound in twine, The whispered lore, the pages pour, of knowledge, ever thine.
As night falls, I hear the noise of the city. Louder it gets in the silence of darkness. The city full of gritty roads, and busy bodies of animals that love to party.
I was told to speak my mind, Or forever hold my peace. But if I should speak, Pardon me if I sound so bleak. When my pen leaks,
The question hangs heavy in the air, a challenge and a confession rolled into one. Racism, that ugly stain on human history, rears its head in overt acts of violence and insidious whispers of prejudice. But is it something only harbored by a fringe group, easily identifiable and ostracized? Or does it lurk, in some form, within us all?
By MORFYAS2 years ago in Humans
