I came across an element covered in melanin… With the power of placing butterflies within your soul unannounced, just off of her appearance alone… One of them resting upon her shoulder… Constantly evolving into a mogul of manifestations… She was the mother nature of my emotions… A black romance novel with never ending pages… Society’s psychic… I wonder if she…
Tag: black love
“My Honest Poem”
My name is Ricky… I was born on the 15th of December… 1989… I take pride in being a Sagittarius. Both blunt and bold… My heart speaks what my mind struggles to say… Even when my mouth is sealed shut. If body language was a martial art, I would be a Grand Master by now. Trusting my chi to strengthen…
Ricky Maeweather 