I am an artist, writer, teacher, producer, activist, and student of life...Based in Washington DC.
I don't have to forgive you, I don't have to agree with you, I don't have to enable you, and I don't have to adore you in order to prove to you that I love you.
A Letter to a Friend
So if we do this it's gonna be weird and strange. It's gonna be a most unusual relationship.... I have to admit that I still think about you all the time. You're definitely someone that takes residency in my heart and mind. There's definitely a connection between us. I always wonder "what if" as we get older...
Rhythm & Rhyme
Mood When the skies are all cloudy and grey And it's raining for all of the day Grab a book full of rhymes And a glass full of wine
In the Beginning
You were a patient, growing flower Delicate and learning Rooted in the center of a dying world An offspring of destiny and chance
Wake Up Child
Poor little thing In so much pain Confusing your mind to hatred and rage You've become your own oppressor now Forgetting your purpose, the cause, and way
You do not see me But I am here You do not see me And still you fear And I the monster A big, black, angry monster of sorts
The Living Lie
The lies we tell, entangled in the minds of young and weakened men. The lies we give to naive girls, their minds we bend and twist and curl.
Journey of a Lifetime
Kisses and pinches On cheeks chubby red Cuddles and hugs And the tuckings in bed Spit up and diapers Crawling on fours