Sticks & Bones

A boy, skinny and weak, walked up to Sire. The sun, as unrelenting as always, showered its heat on the boy, overwhelming each step that the boy made towards him; his legs, seemingly being sucked of their energy at each twist of the leg joints. The boy looked so brittle, and walking looked like he … Continue reading Sticks & Bones



Height Is just another term for A'ight And it’s the height that makes everything A'ight I must jump now from this edge And stretch my hands like a bird Around the body of this chiq Tight As my mind elevates Elevation Such a bright light feeling in the mind Of one where Height is another … Continue reading A’ight