In a period of life where I felt the weakest and at my lowest I began to help people understand who I was as an individual. I shared my deepest thoughts, while my biggest fears were exposed. The late nights and early mornings I wouldn't sleep because I couldn't see what was to come next. A mind wondering never at peace. Battling myself I was blessed to have been introduced to these divine nobodies who grew to love understand and help rebuild a broken man.
My words were unspoken, only shared through my gift of amazing poetry. This is my story of love, loss along with the personal demons that would hide deep inside while battling my biggest enemy: Self. In a pivotal point in my life when I was trying to become the man I was destined to be. And the people who became the biggest influence on helping me change for the better. This is my struggle behind striving and the road wasn't an easy one...
What’s it made of? How was it made? What are ways to enjoy it? My pain comes from my passion. The passion to be understood. The passion to feel loved. The passion to be wanted. The passion to be not only seen but heard. That passion that burns intensely inside from my morals, principles, and values as a Blackman in today's America. The relationships whether personal or on a more intimate level. Everything I'm passionate about I put into my spoken words. Those words left unspoken. My pain is my passion, however my passion always brings me pain. And that pain of my passion I'm here to share with the world. To know how it feels to be misunderstood is to understand where I'm coming from...
For her… the good girl with the freak buried just beneath the surface. This isn’t just poetry—it’s permission.
Permission to imagine. To ache. To let your body read along until you forget where the words end and your desire begins.
Every verse is a slow stroke, every rhyme a breath against your skin. These pages don’t just tell stories—they touch you, tease you, tempt you. This book is your late-night whisper, your secret lover, your unapologetic escape.
Don’t be shy. You’ve been waiting for this.
They’ll call it nasty. They’ll call it sinful. You’ll call it unforgettable. These pages don’t just tell stories—they unzip them. Each poem is a climax, each rhyme a confession, each verse a reason to lock the door and indulge your private hunger. This isn’t just grown & sexy—it’s for the freak in you nobody knows about… until now...
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