Poems from IbnLeon
My name is Louis Morris, pen-name Ibn Leon. I was born and raised in Newark, NJ with two parents, Leon and Daisel Morris. I discovered my love for language in the 4th grade, but due to drugs and debauchery, I abandoned this gift until I went to prison.
At the end of my mandatory minimum of 30 years, I was honored to participate in a college program called N.J. Step where I had two great English professors, and learn from them not only writing skills but life skills. I am currently on parole in West Virginia trying, by God's Grace & Mercy to pick up the pieces of my life. He has truly blessed me and I just want to spread joy and good in any way I can for the rest of my life.
Lets have a contest. Can we put our phones away, meet and talk to people for just one day? We see social media as a better form of...
Hold up, wait a minute, stop it! Who made you judge and jury? Prancing around condemning people with malice and blind fury.
Haven...
Can we ever describe our first sunrise, or our first surprise? I get a wonderful feeling every time I put words on a page. That...
ADAM
He's tired of being The Hustler. He's had Enough; therefore, he's no longer blinded by The Color Of Money. Now he wants to strive...