I call to you,
in little words,
hoping you look to my heart
for the words my mind cannot think
and lips cannot speak
so you may grant me faith.

Enough faith to move the mountains that form obstacles in my desires,
faith to destroy the weapons that prevent the rise to my aspirations
and faith to remind me to hold on to more than my pain when life gets too much.

Excerpt from Chapter 1: Makings of A Man of “African Gentleman” by Jade Novelist

Jade Novelist ©️  2019

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