When I should die
think only this of me:
That I lived, my life was full;
That I loved wholeheartedly, and was loved in return;
That I suffered, yet many bore worse;
That I was blessed, in oh so many ways
from my birth until the ending of my days;
That I had regrets but would change nothing, given that chance,
for to do so would mean also losing good along with the bad;
That I made enemies
yet found the peace of forgiving;
and through it all,
I found the joy of living!
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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