In which a millennial black boy discovers the power of his thoughts and the impact of a pen. The consequences thereafter are devastating.
A collection of shitty poems and real life experiences narrated from the perspective of a charcoal dreamer.
Mommy, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm black, alone and finite. These days I'm sure I'm missing something, But I can't tell without your light.
Daddy, still not a thing in my name. Pray for my future when I go. Ink and paper still keeps me sane, But for how long? I don't know.
Because when you're tired and seventeen Your life feels like some sick dare. Like you're standing on the edge of a building In a fragile stare.
Because you know that when you leap, Every surrounding thing will come down alongside you. Like the world would fall apart. And all it takes your slight breeze to.
Author's Note Could be better but like also I like it?
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