Grown, yet Still Getting older, Defining will As she settles in The window sill of age, The wrinkles curl In once smooth places On her face, Accepts grace And begins to feel The tales of time, She smiles at her gray, Reflecting The omnipotence of the sun, The moon watching Her Go On.
sometimes, it is a face only a mother could love it could be how petite the span of a nose is, it could be the distance between eyes, it could be the rise and fall of a hairline, the obtuse span of hips, derrière, the lack of length in a pair of legs, how... Continue Reading →
follow the edge of not too sure yet but it feels quite right merge the verge of greatness with action taken invoke love in the entanglement of motives and ideas the not really all that complicated juxtaposition of living out loud it's time to enjoy a little flamboyancy declare your devotion to the cause, dream,... Continue Reading →
…The One Who Has Been Moved Inspired To lead, To affect change, & To move The Rest Of Us Along. You've been called. Your soul, Heart, With every Thread Of Life, you Will answer. you Must heed To solve Disparity, Disillusion, Unnecessary death of breath, And The disruption of love. You've been chosen To uplift... Continue Reading →
As leaves in a soft breeze Blow As petals floating in a gust of wind Ride As a tide inspired by an ocean wave Be left with only the scent The purity of being Be
i'd turn the white house into a hangout. and live in the hood. i'd give my paycheck to families on food stamps and work two jobs like everyone else. i'd deal with the budget as a single mother would… tie tight the purse strings and raise children to act on their dreams. i'd stay out... Continue Reading →
Keep in mind Those without enough to eat Those whose feet are dusty From walking sand ladened streets Dodging guns firing Forcing religions to retreat to safety Keep in mind Those who lie awake In mid morning hours Expecting Bullets to pierce lace window wear Those who won't fairwell in war Who wish... Continue Reading →
there's no turn around where we're going no roundabout, or backtracking to the past it's done this is a one-way route we're on it's the only way to get to the place where we deserve to be. some may be able to trace the path we've made some may be able to travel with we... Continue Reading →