the writer's black

Nov 2015


Glimpses of greatness trying to hold on.
Another flash of it. Understanding.
Truly where it’s coming from.
My true being also called destiny.
Not letting this thing called life get the best of me.
There it goes again in a dream.
Don’t want to wake up.
Could things be actually as they seem.
Me changing lives.
Building up a generation.
Every one is equal spreading across the nation.
Reaching people through my culinary arts.
Feeding the homeless.
Teaching kids.
who could believe all this started with a thought?
I finally caught it.
It’s not a glimpse or a flash.
It’s my vivid reality.
Forever more it shall last.



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