(elegies from a black, only child). 


needless to say, I am the product of many sins, so my wrongs echo further than my back, neck and eyes can feel or see - yet this guilt is contemporary and has deep affection for me. 

needless, to say,  I am the child of one thousand - two hundred and twenty six wombs, maybe. 

am, I moving through strength of a headless sacrifice, or leaning on the will of a chaotic sinner’s last plea.

suffering, never suffering. 

never, wanna leave, never wanna leave. 

angry, little beast why would you cry, do you not know the sun knows your every concern? 

tisha’s son. all rights reserved. 2020.