For the first time in decades, I am reminded of my beautiful color.
From his vantage point above, he hoped on the fellow humans below
Above him, the blue expanse withheld secrets of provision that he only needed to seek out
Time moves differently when you question your existence,
for so long I thought I knew freedom until my movements were restricted.
I want to hear your thoughts on our “new normal”
I’m a black man living in a very, very, blue world- t’s plain white. They size me down, I size them back.
This taking care of yourself thing. Maybe, just maybe, we give God a chance.
We have options,
you can sit in your corner and stare or we can start with the re-introductions.
The story is about self-discovery; the search for one’s true identity and place in the jungle called life. It also addresses the safety of a woman. Okwezuula means “Discovering oneself”.
Not even the black stone barricade would hold her back, It just served as a beautiful backdrop to her surrounding
Intricately interwoven in the oven of my mama, I emerge a mummy; my spirit lies in a comma.