Black Dolly

Black dolly. I loved her hair. Her afro- The braids and the way she spoke. She said some bleached their skin And I felt horrified. Why would you erase the color- the one God painted on you? Black dolly. I loved the way she could dance. Her mouth always running- But some how always truthContinue reading “Black Dolly”


Heading towards willow creek- Its like there was an angel on my right side And a saint helping translate the meaning of forever and love and art. Yet isn’t that what happens When we are never satisfied- The fantasy of something better.  Like he ends up in your dreams- In everyday routines in reflections andContinue reading “Undefined”