Poetry

This is my reward —staying away from my family and living in a strange land

Pound me with the heaviness of your fist

My lover had a lover and it wasn't me

Love exists in many forms

Omí, just like his name-water, chose to flow.

I'll make myself radiant and beautiful because no one else deserve this but me

God immaterial - A variety of Jesus, adapted to Native Cultures

8:54: I’ll Take My TimeMy life has been bland, with little highs and many lows;Taken with a pinch of sugar and a

And most times we are scared to speak up for fear of rejection for imperfection, the dismay that you might be the

RED RUBIESSometimes I sit and wonder,How soft is my skin?In its dark richness and fullness,How would it break under the weight of