The Compendium Poem by Paris Thulare

This time I wear no dark color
This time I wear no scar
My words cleansed me
My lines made me

From bieng a Black child
I transformed and becameThe Voice
Egoisim and Pride tasted my margins
From the Harbour with Valour I began singing Night Hyms

Unexpectedly Feelings bled
I started chasing paper
I fellfor The Wrong
Became A Fool
I Rose Still

There began The Voyage with Poetry
It brought the best in me
I became a Paper orphan
The Invention of a village life
The Legend Walking
From A Lyric Commando
To being Parizo La Poeta