I welcome you to the inner sanctums of my imagination where my emotions that were so lost once have now been found.
I was a lost soul as a child. I thought black was black. My heart had no love, only hate and fear of myself. It was a place that once had been so dark not even the "Devil" could get out, where I would be the gatekeeper from hell, where the "Devil" kept on calling me to come on, come on in, son. I can breathe now, where the air flows so clearly through my lungs.
I am now a voice for the people of the world who have no voice. My words are not a language barrier. My poetry, poems, all my words and story and yes, I can now tell you my story. How I would describe my writing is that I add candles and a little red wine, I narrate then add a little music of my own. I see the world now from a different light and may there always be freedom of the press.
