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at twenty7 i will be a wild something what is sunshine...

i don't fall in love easily my heart is too daring i am afraid of the sacrifices

/something i didn't tell my mother that there was a boy in my neighbourhood

      someday when i am no more i want my works to wear a tuxedo or prada, get a first class ticket and travel all the way to the caribbean for a vacation making love to her taste…

at twenty six (everything needs fixing) the toilet and sink your ego and clock your kitchen cabinets and heels your windows and doors the white walls need painting… the floor needs mopping your soul needs cleansing you need new towels…

my skin is black my thighs are inviting my intelligent is flirty my pen is crazy my sanity is tricky my desires are silly baby of all the poems i wrote you were my favorite line.

for a long time i had been looking into mirrors wrong mirrors right mirrors broken: almost mended / mirrors i kept seeing my reflections through many eyes all at the same time and none of them ever was my own…

mecca road/ but this road do not lead to salv+tion i am only one of my kind something must hold my hands to keep me from falling college of medical sciences/ course mates are not friends so when your lecturer…