Sun-Kissed

I have been sun-kissed. I am talking about a pre-birth tan. And that gives me a foot forward to complain about my fellow sun-kissed friends especially in the west-most part of the sun. And without measuring melanin content, I believe I am a few ancestors away from big foot in Zimbabwe. So when he hurts I hurt. When he hurts others I cry. And he has been making me cry non-stop. And then he sarcastically calls for a meeting, the like of which journalist Heidi Holland mistakably calls a “father and son” reunion with Brother Morgan. Come on Heidi! Do you have a father?