r.h sin...healed mine

r.h sin...healed mine,

A black man, with his words alone...

scooped up my trageties, making them a beautiful poem.

r.h sin...healed mine,

A black man, putting his thoughts to paper...

made a way for me to feel...just a little bit safer.

r.h sin...healed mine,

A black man, who although is not a women...

he lets them know he understands them,

because through poetry, he stands with them.

r.h sin...healed mine,

A black man, from Brunswick, New Jersey...

he could be doing anything,

but instead, he writes poems for girls like me.

r.h sin...healed mine,

A black man,

A black creative,

A black poet,

His pen?

More like a sword,

creating an armor of words,

around girls like me.

r.h sin...healed mine,

A black man,

A black creative,

A black poet,

that helped heal my sin.

The hell I gave myself for past mistakes,

for commiting the same errors in relationships,

like a cycle that refused to break...

and yet r.h sin still says,

and he also says,

r.h sin...heals,

A black man,

A black creative,

A black poet,

Inspiring women to not only step into, but hold on to their power.

I could read his books for hours...

his compassion and the fact that he chooses to empower women,

his poetic words and how they serve as a voice of reason,

is the reason I choose him as a black creator I wholeheartedly look up to.

r.h sin...

A black man.

A black creative.

A black poet.