“What’s your dream for your life?”
“To live up to my potential and provide the utmost service that I can to others.”

“What are you passionate about?”
“Poetry, social justice, black people. Black people’s rights to be more exact. Human rights, but with a focus on our people.”

“I’ve always had a passion for rocks. They have healing, grounding power. Once I started recognizing my own existence I started wearing these rings.”

“Would you mmd sharing one of your poems?”
“Sure: From our compotation in the mist
Of a violent wind storm of intoxication,
I knew I would find myself moist, held
Up against a fence by your amorous disposition.

And I greeted you with an unspoken dialect
Only you could understand. In one night, with
One breath, hungry eyes met hungry hands.

Your tongue became acquainted by breaking the
Walls of my crevice, unleashing 100 ft. waves
Within me. The fluidity of passion took hold of a
Sinking blood vessel plunging into the depths of
My vitality.

We morphed into archaic creatures. I, a blood-
Sucking parasite of Hirudinea, repeatedly latching
Onto your skin as if your blood were my medicine,
I sucked you dry, yet I gave you oxygen––

To breathe, to live, for pleasure, for my satisfaction
Of you penetrating in between my thighs. Fingers
Pulling hair, I can still feel those fiery eyes, gazing
At my trembling body, deciding on what limb to feast on.

I knew then, you, a grey wolf with teeth of Canis Lupis
Was on top of me. A blood-thirsty interaction with a
Throbbing heart beat pulsating through me, into me,
Ejaculating a bitter viscid solution that left an unsavory,
Unwarranted, aftertaste for weeks.”