Black is the warmest color: + other poems and prose

I've seen so much with these eyes, absorb so much in the brain, now my body continues to keep the memory. Black is a warmest color began with one poem fourteen years ago from the full collection release. The rest were collected over the years and some new one were written. The origins began when I was four. I discovered my spectacle, my complexion. This is not a cry for help. This is a collection of poetry that is a series of spite and holistic rhetoric.