I grew in the mud In the mud daily I stood I stood in rags and dirt Yes! In dirty rags without a shirt Without a shirt I smiled at the future My future and others whom I must suture
In this mud I have a clearer picture Clearer picture of tomorrow Yes! The tomorrow that forces me to smile To smile in dirt and debt The debt that I must surely pay.
Michael Edison, known as “The Uncensored Writer,” is a fearless advocate who writes about issues that challenge humaneness, speaking to the core of what it means to be humane in an unjust world.
A writer since his early teens, his dynamic pen dances between poetry, fiction, and non-fiction, always with a commitment to truth, justice, and undeniable compassion that draws readers closer to their own humanity.
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