Love that Dimmed in the Blue Moon

Sometimes,
when love chilled,
it turns a little bitter
after the sweetest feels.

Being stuck in the riddle,
love sometimes pause a little.
Till you finally shed a little,
and your heart's broken into little.

Sweet heart,
Stay still,
remain chill.
A short break to be dealed.
For both to regenerate lost feels.
To love He who love you still.

Bless you.

dedicated to Te_quiero

My Bowl is Still Empty...

Dear Mr. Leroy Comrie, Councilman of the City Council of New York,

Greeting. I write from the other part of the world. I thank you for sponsoring the resolution to ban the use of the N-word. Although I don't really know how much the N-word has wounded our race who's living in the United State of America. But I sincerely thank you again for withholding our very least pride. Dear sir, I know you are a very good soul to our people. I hope you will lead the good citizens of New York to share us some food too. Millions of us are suffering hunger. The last bread I had was 3 days ago, but it took my little brother's life yesterday, my father barely buried him next to my mother. Children here are dying everyday. Please help us.

Sincerely,
Nangila from Niger

Fight Poverty in Africa





~shield our pride...share us rice~