The Birth of My Nom De Plume
Nakameche, my nom de plume, born on the 17th day in the month after June, a typhoon, tycoon, a disastrous, resplendent, handsome, rich dude, nothing mendacious or fictitious, a poetic bishop, an inheritance of God’s bonafide boon, the stars watch me as I watch them, they whisper graphic symbols that only Nakameche can translate with a pen, thy felt tip double dipped in Eve-n-Adam’s blood, on glazed onion skin, written in love, rainbows, waterfalls -n- warbling doves, colored in passion, sketched with graphic symbols in a design fashion, to love me is all I’m asking, Nakameche, my nom de plume, born on the 17th day in the month after June, Nakameche possess his own galaxy, his own sun, his own stars -n- his own moons, born Nakym Sheffield on the 17th day in the month after June, Nakameche, my nom de plume.
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By: Nakym Sheffield
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