Poems from SHANW1
An aspiring anesthesiologist, but it seems that will never be
Intelligent in my own right but bound by the aftereffects of slavery
I was...
Writing...is my escape, it helps me fill an unknown void in my life
Even when everything goes wrong it gives me hope that I can make...
He said I was a keeper ...so he kept me
Wrapped tight in his deciet is where he left me
Not trying to help knowing me and him wasnt healthy...