I know I am no man child. I move from home to home, from state to state in search for my daily bread. I lay my back on hard floors in the open and under the unkind fear that many lock themselves from at nights. I’ve become fear even to fear itself, because it has nothing to take from me. I’ve become a brother to hunger whose language I understand mostly. I’ve become a…"No Man Child by ARÍYÀYỌ̀SÍ"