I could be one,
I could be two...
Sitting in silence,
The deafening kind...
When you were diagnosed we had hope, we had a...
The treatments they could offer meant your chance...
What makes u special
Is it your beautiful face that makes me never want...
Envelop me like a current
as the sunlight falls to pieces...
From the Kirondes,
To the Ntoniyos...
Whenever I meet her at night,
She tells me she is from a fellowship...
*This is a poem that I wrote in my journal last...
I want to...
I asked her if she could marry me,
She said YES...
Where to plant, I cannot guess,
these tired, wayward feet...
Mothers and daughters,
sisters and aunts...
Because of her radiance,
She glows like the Kansas sun at dawn...