O'siyo once more, honored traveler.

This page begins as an Introduction to Poetry Studies assignment. However, the assignment is simply an excuse to do that which I have wanted to do for some time. I wish to use this page to honor my ancestors and my people - not simply their Spirit, but their Words. The magic found in the poetry I present is genuine, born of a special soul, cultivated with years of a past that threatened to destroy us all, and treasured as a direct link to the glory of remembering. The poetry is divided into three major headings:
First World - poetry and short stories of creation, nature, and times of First Man
Second World - poetry and short stories of Man, human nature, and survival
Third World - poetry and short stories of that which makes us all...love

Besides the obvious notion that this page is dedicated to my ancestors and the stories they created that made me who I am, I also wish to dedicate this to a few special people that have seen me grow and encouraged it:
My parents, for all their love and support in everything I do;
My am'a, Atal'ya, for teaching me the ways of the People...and myself;
My favorite mentors - Mark, for showing me the magic and beauty in all things, and Joyce, for believing it lived in me;
My two very best friends, Gaea and David, for all that they are my siblings save in blood;
My wasichu, for sharing my soul;
And my God, for creating me as I am and for loving me more than anyone ever will.

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