God loves my skin too.

When we saw it coming: Just last week, Haiti and Africa were derogated in speech by being equated to an aperture of excrement.


I walked into the yard with mild apprehension. I had experienced all sorts of family things with my family people, and no matter what I have done, this place was home. And I could never go anywhere else. I stepped through the door, hoping to find no one in the lounge, so that I take... Continue Reading →

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑