How long will you run from yourself?


Not in a mosque or a temple… What you are suppressing will show up like a pimple. Not under a lace front or a wig…. Your silhouette will always sing a different jig. The crease on your cheek..the twinkle in your eye…the tick in your sway Tells an unfamiliar story, unalike the one you display….

Are we really as FREE as we think?


“Be careful how you touch her, she’ll awaken As sleep’s the only freedom that she knows And when you walk into her eyes, you won’t believe The way she’s always paying for a debt she never owes And a silent wind still blows That only she can hear, so she goes Let her cry, for…