Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
At night when it was quite, during the presence of the daughter of the moon I let it be known. My desire for a particular interest of love was cast out into the universe for its return in abundance. It bubbled then germinated and answered my call. Katt Leya: More Than I Can Handle Like
When the guy you like doesn’t wear underwear to the club and the signs are clear. How that bangin’ “Hot White Dress” should turn a gay man straight but doesn’t. The look of disappointment and its reality of a broken heart. Have no fear Harlem’s near My dear To be continued… Harlem Crush Part 2:
