In which a millennial black boy discovers the power of his thoughts and the impact of a pen. The consequences thereafter are devastating. A collection of shitty poems and real life experiences narrated from the perspective of a charcoal dreamer.

My name is Saraphine-just Saraphine. It may seem strange for a human being with flesh, blood and a soul to have nothing but a first name, but, to some, I'm not a human and I don't have any of those things. You see, I was born a slave. Don't feel bad for me, child. I've had it much better than most. I bear no scars, never got separated from my sweet mama until I was near grown. I even have children of my own. Those three things are blessings beyond what most born into this life receive-and they aren't the only reasons I'm happy today. I wasn't always so happy with my lot in life-no, I've been bitter and angry and full of self-pity. My life has certainly had its ups and downs. Mainly because of love. Isn't love the make or break of all us women? We crave love from those around us. We simply cannot do without it and too often it nearly does us in. Let me tell you, dear reader, the tale of my life and of the journey I endured to find peace within myself, peace with my life and, yes, love.