african, art, poetrySleep, Petrina January 31, 2015March 1, 2015 tahtahme Though this day grew old without you, Peace is what you waited for. Did I know what it was like to be in pain every day? No. Jan 30 9:28pm Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading... Published by tahtahme Young, fly, African. View all posts by tahtahme