Daily Archives: November 13, 2016

0114 “Colored” [07 November 1997]

What is color? Only the rainbow of dawn. Only the chestnut of a horse. How can we say “colored” And hate them, When our whole world is colored? If our world was full of color, How can we believe that … Continue reading

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0113 Different Am I [01 November 1997]

Different, Am I. Lost, Was I. Now, Do I see. Why Must you not? What, Does the future Hold for me And my gifts. Do I spend them Like money, Only To get more? Do I let them lay dormant, … Continue reading

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0112 My Love [26 October 1997]

Taken as you are, Loved as you were, Cared for as you will find. The whole world knows you not, Yet I know you well. The whole world may not love you, But I do. More than words, More than … Continue reading

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