By Taylor Drake
I'm just glad I got to see the ending. I was presented with the carnations in my Sunday best, they contrast to the walls in my prayer room, here in Port-au-Prince.
I stand alone, citadelle stone cold, in a transition, leaving my well dressed dark past; I've been damn near deemed Hugo Boss. My misdeeds in polaroids arn't my destiny.
I left my past issues and angst with Ogun; the rage I used to justify violence is better used to crush wicked people. Redemption in the eyes of others...
It'll be a long battle.