What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
I did it to myself. It wasn't society... it wasn't a pusher it wasn't being blind or being black or being poor. It was all my doing.