I shall become, I shall become a collector of me. And put meat on my soul.

What is the beauty of the haiku is that it is not simplistic. The beauty of the haiku I just said is very complex. It reaches all the complexities of our life on this Earth. Peace - that's a very complex idea, peace, so we can't get it as human beings.

I still hear you humming, Mama. The colour of your song calls me home. The colour of your words saying, Let her be. She got a right to be different. She gonna stumble on herself one of these days. Just let the child be. And I be, Mama.

The words loved me and I loved them in return.

Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.

You can't have relationships with other people until you give birth to yourself.

I shall become, I shall become a collector of me. And put meat on my soul.