Welcome to my blog: a non-linear tale of the adventures of an African child in the 21st Century. To learn more about my story or why I titled this blog, The Warm Fruit, click here.
All in poetry
Home is 12 years ago12 years of livingbreathing.
Home is never enough.
the Louisiana sun still licking my backwhere Alton Sterling’s had kissed the earth
Philando Castile’s nameripe on my tonguemourning waiting to be birthed
If you stop and listen, the world is begging to have you in its orchestra.