“Small Time Boy”

I’m just a small-time boy up a literary tree, came up from Old Oak Ridge Tennessee, God put a pen in my hand, to reflect on everything, to revelation see.

I’ve been tracked by the devil, tried all his tricks on me, even stretched out his physical entity on my body, in my dreams, always trying to kill me….Spoke–No SCREAMED– the name of Jesus… he had no choice but to flee.

Grew up just eight miles from old DC, in Georgetown I would always walk her beat– taking pictures of desperate Street people…. knowing one day… it might be me… on the other side of the camera…in need…

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