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We were born naked onto the page of existence; with nothing but the pen of our soul to write ourselves into eternal ecstasy DreamingBear Baraka Kanaan. And all I ever knew. This entry was posted in poetry.

Take a walk inside my mind. Published August 10, 2015. She looked up at the other girls,. Something she could never be,. Something she hoped to be,. They lied, though,. A little plain faced,. Strong on the outside,. Published August 3, 2015. Nights were your make up.

Recently questions were raised about the effectiveness of our system of governance and if there were a better way to run the country. Changing the foundations of governance.

8230; life tastes sweeter with a sprinkle of poetry. KNOW THIS, Beloved, if someday you tire. Should your damask lips dull, your flush lose fire,. Your pearl-complexion dim to sheenless stone;. Should this dark fragrant tangle of tresses. Cease to drape its starless night past your waist,. Or the soft silhouette in your dresses. Potent in your patient, listening eyes;.

They told me to be scared,. And I believed they had a. Reason, because these were. The men and women who. From when I had first sneaked. A look through my eyes,. My eyes, they saw my skin and. Could hint that I am not worthy. Of the accolades of existence. And I saw the mirror tell me. The same, but you told my. My mind, it believed to be stripped. Also made it callous,.

This is for the friend of mine who thought the only reason I listen to him is because his secrets are good foundations for the stories I write. It now rests somewhere buried beneath books and dust, with my initials still carved at the back, your fingerprints still lingering, your throws still within. 8221; Among the people .

To the girl who has the privilege of loving him next. Things I did for the first time. 19th-28th July, Kenya, Africa. So many things to tell you. Even seraphs burn out here. Even seraphs burn out here. To the girl who has the privilege of loving him next.

Cruising towards the rocky shore. Happy Independence Day, India. And while I love the feminist part,. About the colonial part,. Or more accurately, how others. Feel about my ways being. By people who are stringent. Of course, I do;.

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