The Compendium

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 became The 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 fell for 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 Being A Lyric Commando To being Parizo La Poeta