You set my heart afire, burning
like a hot summer night. You chase
the sun across the barren, tequila
deserts, your black hair splitting
the breeze. Run, boy, run! Don’t let
the moon’s shadow hit your back.
Run, boy, run! Let the beating drums
engulf your soul. Run, boy, run.
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African American artist who would make an impact on Rhode Island's artistic community.
"The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in" -Morrie Schwartz
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