Poems from HararSanan

Ode to the Goddess, My Creators, The Black female
    Right beside you is where I stood.   I am Kush, and I am Harar.   The son of the sun.   I carved out the mountains In a day.   Oh how...
I am a brother, therefore I am
As I contemplate all I know  There's one last thought that wants to grow   Who am I friend or foe   Knowing myself has never felt so low...