A poem, of dating someone but not fully giving yourself because your heart still holds another.

Wrote this when I pondered about the experiences, ordeal and the journey of my forefathers and when and how they were sold into slavery. Part III.

Wrote this when I pondered about the experiences, ordeal and the journey of my forefathers and when and how they were sold into slavery. Part II.

Wrote this when I pondered about the experiences, ordeal and the journey of my forefathers and when and how they were sold into slavery. Part I.

I wonder if you think of me.

We save the best for last, so linger to enjoy a blessing!

Love.

Sometimes no one is their for you but yourself. Believe in yourself, have faith!

Looking and observing in a club.
From :the notebook Simone June 7th,2009.

In memory of Ileana Lucia Adolfo Aseoche.