THE WEED AND THE FLOWER "NOSA'S LOVE LETTER"

[Jermaine Bethea]

Let the truth be told and it shall set you free. The hollow dead at the end of the road has let you unto me. A shadow in the dark revealed a face never to be seen. Baskets woven from tree bark, dinner fit for a queen. We hugged and you kissed me but it was not all that was exchanged. Bugs lit in a jar for you to see, we've be given new names. From Nosa to Muddball, Sunshine to Greedy-face. United we stand divided you fall, not one indeed has survived this place. So ask me no questions and i shall tell you no lies. A mask that keeps you guessing, covers up a sight for soar eyes. To stand without crutches, one girl and one boy. For everything man touches. My love, man shall surely destroy!