05/28/2026
I dabble in all arts.
Introducing "Damn dem Lion".
I wrote this poem to accompany this piece.
You plucked her from her roots, her home.
Squeezed her her head, think she'd be done.
You blew a wish that she be gone.
But, a thousand seeds flew from her hair. She would not be left for dead.
The seeds carried by her light were planted in the night.
The seeds ,crushed by men will forever stay with them.
Damn dem Lion
