Poetry

The Traveler

Deny me not access to the woods Do not hinder me from traversing the nations Sun, sea, and sand fills me with joy My name is Ovyay, the Traveling Poet. Dust, rain, contrary winds can’t Read more…

By Ovyay, ago
Poetry

My Dream

I have a dream That tomorrow shall be greater than today The Luther in me is awaken Madiba never gave up. My dream My hope for a new beginning My escape from the vortex of Read more…

By Ovyay, ago