I believe in life after heartache, hope after death, and the healing sound of a sentence that rings in your ears.
God is inside, look there.
Look up when you want to see the stars.
H- Humiliation O-Opression M-Manipulation E- Emanicipation In relation to this topic, I've paid thousands to a therapist to
Painting My Way Back To Life
Where do we go when we lose ourselves? When trauma takes over and we no longer recognize the eyes staring back from our own reflection. Broken mirrors and shattered pieces of self worth make quite the mess. This much I know.
Montreal is a Thief
Today is Summer just like yesterday and the day before , like the tomorrow I will dread knowing you are not here . Four years and countless days waiting
Tone- the sound of culture screaming for freedom from the men who lack pigment and a conscience. Brown skin standing up to black hearts
I grew up the white elephant among naysayers with my head down and her name resting softly on my lips. My hazel eyes watched as the judgmental congregated,
The Mourning Hours
Mourning comes in morning hours upon my wake reality devours. Senses lost and time suspended grieving a life , twas tragically ended.