Poems from Ahanotu Evans Fednand
I keep hearing its noise at every turn on my bed
They always seem to be on the move
It was just like yesterday when all seem well with less...
Tears flows freely in the street like a stream loose and on a dirty bliss. Momma is home sweating on her chin while holding her waist and...
The promises will never be. It will never be over. This character flaw they possess. They will only bring us to more ruin.
Our youths have...