"A poem for my Cousin Toni..."
That tears tasted…
"A poem for my Cousin Toni..."
The colonized …
"can never endeavor..."
Those winding paths
Those paths that wind as the willing search for the divine - pushing back against the supposition that the broken cannot be refined. Copyright © 2018 ShunPwrites.com All Rights Reserved
When tears flow …
"those who soldier on..."
The Art of Exploitation …
"Don't leave that door open..."
Those unworthy hands …
"... the illusion of..."
In the Fire Lane…
"... I only wanted a pack of Now and Laters ..."
