(Dedicated to the memory of Freddie Gray) I saw a mother cry because she lost her son And when I saw her cry it reminded me of the other ones She reminisce about his smile and the way he laughed And now those memories forces tears from her soul as the days go past Her …
Project Tag: I Am Becoming King
Dark – I Am Becoming King
My hands search around in the dark, my fingertips desperately seeking something familiar Any form of paraphernalia that would suffice as an remedy to be a healer I ponder about if the light has begun to fade from my eyes The same light that once burned vibrantly as a sunrise Every molecule of my being …
