Comments about Ren DSanti
Prologue For The Siblings Play
I never been lonely. In my whole life,
On any hot/cold Harlem night
I always had my brother.
Past our young father and young mother,
Who never reached to one another.
I was born so they could build some grace, but made so we could raise each other.
What did brother do before I came to be?
Is it weird t'say he wasn't who he is ‘til they had me?
Like on those nights when the lights couldn't turn on,
Together we made games so our smiles was never gone
But when they tried to reach
When hate and love danced cheek to cheek…
On these hot/cold nights in Harlem ...