Her In the cool of morn she came to me,Her heart worn on her sleeve for all to see.This was not our first encounter and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Read More The Poet's LensLatoya FrancisAugust 23, 2017Glory, Destiny, Hope, Dreams, Majesty, RedemptionComment
I am I am me.I reigned in the East... African.I was ferried to the West... Indian. Read More The Poet's LensLatoya FrancisAugust 12, 2017Redemption, Purpose, Destiny, Hope Comments
