Yo lloro por Narciso, pero nunca me di cuenta de que Narciso fuera bello. Lloro por Narciso porque cada vez que él se recostaba sobre mi orilla yo podía ver, en el fondo de sus ojos, mi propia belleza reflejada.

My father was a promoter of Fresh Fest, and they needed an opening act. He got me a slot as a dancer. We tried it out the first time in Atlanta and the crowd went crazy. I was the opening clown.

Back in 1992, I had my first story accepted by &#39;The New Yorker.&#39;

Never count on anyone, you may have to wait until you need them

Written By Makanjuola Davis

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