I used to be a poet too. Used to call myself Eternal-cloud-of-Africa-blocking-the-harsh-rays-of-western-sun-which-means-to-shrivel-up-our-culture.
I used to perform my poetry dressed in camos and army boots made in Asian sweathops and criticise Nike and Timberland for exploiting the third world.
Sometimes I used to make up words just because I wanted to sound as deep as the other cats and I did poems about important issues like my periods and how men are evil bastards.
Guess you were one of those alternative poets since the word 'black' was omitted
from your name. you clearly didn't fail to follow the rest of the manual so i'm sure
you were forgiven for that...
what's interesting was your choice of subject matter... care to share a line or two, or
are those days left forever tossed in the chasms of blah blah blah.....