Freedom, The illusion thereof Tell my 10 year old soul To run around barefoot To feel the sand beneath her feet And the sun burning on...

She took her living seriously Grappling every experience she could lay her hands on She took them by the neck Jumping Climbing Sky diving...

My sexuality betrays me Holds me at conflict and begs me to choose A constantly questioning repertoire Which reflection is true? How do I...

Now that I've had my way with them What do I do with all these naked bodies in my bed? After I ravaged them for my pleasure Wrapped them...

I don't see me Everywhere I go I never see me On screens so large they could eat up an audience I'm missing in a row I'm missing I don't...

Who looks out for her? My question is nothing but a memoir Her burning anger seeping through her taunted years Yes, she is loud and...

There was something about Ray Quinn's 'New York New York' that got Serwaa up on her feet and dancing. She was normally a Hiphop person...

I tiptoe around your presence like If memories could serve me flashback on dinner plates I'd be having a 'How close should I get before...

Part I And just like that she had stopped pouring water into the soap bottle to make up for what's left. She stopped cutting the...

There she goes Flaunting her beautiful layout Seducing me with her hidden history Revealing herself slowly A horrific delight A subtle...

O how it ails me Burdens me with atrocities I am easily bothered Seduced even A breathing, labored till the end. ----- O wie es mich...

I, pack my contempt in smiles Read your mind retrospectively, Freeze your dinner loyally, Waiting... Patiently. ------------- Ich packe...

O what a talented actress I am No lights, No camera, No action Just me Smiling

There is something about when two black lips meet A misplacement of it's thickness A finding in it's boldness A grabbing of it's...

Kevin never hesitated to show Jojo who he was. He was complicated and that spilled out easily in conversation. He was easy to know yet...

Sometimes she sits, listens, Gathering your thoughts in her bosom One day no cup would fit One day her tongue will slip Slash society in...

Your aura is foreign to me Your boldness, uncomfortable Your freedom keeps me bound Scared, Holding on to religious sacrilege like Did my...

Tears under shower heads Faith and smiles at loggerheads Hold my peace Grab it by it's leash As gratitude stumbles and falls My destitute...

He didn't know how to describe her, except that she was very white. The way she'd throw about her rumbustious ideas like reality had no...