POEM.

It is a social fact that haters do exist. But, we just have to move on, be strengthened by their assault. I write this poem for those who gave up on destructive hearsay, bullying, stereotyping and other akin torts. I hope you could find sympathy from my simple poem.

This is about the stages of life I have gone through that is why I call it my walk in life and within that walk, there is always the presence of you.

Contradictions. Gross.

A poem inspired by Lupe Fiasco’s "Words I never said".

Just some more thoughts I have, just some things I feel about.

What would you tell your younger self?

Some call it progress whilst others call it Terrorism.

Poetry.

This poem is about fame!