I have confessions.
And if you listen closely,
You can hear them.
They say:
I love you,
I hate you,
I miss you,
kinda.
I'm heartless,
I'm clueless,
I'm hopeless,
sometimes.
That's honesty in
The only way I know how.
Metaphors.
These are my confessions.
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Dreaming Black Boy; an autobiography
PoetryIn 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.
