I'm struggling, like a bit, of a tongue,
I dont feel it's my time to speak, but please, as people sleep,
will it be all right,
To write...
Things on my chest, that I like to a dress,
So i decide to invest, in this hand written
Signture...
Light to the eye, dropp of a dime,
I, decide it was time, to recollection my mind,
And ask can i write, that is that, of this
'Black Philosopher'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this reminded me of the sophists... anyway, nice write!