This poem ‘To Our Sister,’ was written in celebration of our little sister, Shanese Rowe. When I was writing it, I remember considering how blessed

The Inner Man   You gaze and stray, you look then turn away, You judge a cover within which plenitudes of beauty stay. The beauty

I Love Me I love me, the originality of my inner part, I love the flare and flavour that complete my heart. Time has been

My Dearest!   You cross my mind like the wind cross the trees, You sway with my thoughts like sand in the breeze. I greed

Lust   How precious are her promises, She spills a coloured ray. How prudent is a sacred smile, That tells a tale from far away.