Black & White Photographers Part 3.

I see a woman in distress. 

I smell the fear inside her veins.

I hear the thorns tearing out her flesh.

I taste sweet success in concoring the unthinkable.

I feel the heart beat of a stronger woman. 

I see the future of America.

I smell fear of dimension. 

I hear the voice of a screaming child.

I taste flames.

I feel the warmth of Jesus.