I sit here to write down my thoughts to you my child, In my feeble attempt to include you in my mundane life. I know you will never read the words I pen, Yet, my love makes me sit down and do this often.   Even though we met briefly …

When I wanted to rest, life prodded me on It said, “Get up, run along, and come on! This is not the time to dally or rest, A brand new day waits to learn, put you to test.”   So, up I got from my restful slumber, I tried to …

On a morning silvery white, she was born a black blight. Why you may ask? What was her fault? Well she was a girl and for some that was all. The purveyors of archaic society jeered at her birth. She was shunned, rejected; they said she had no worth. Subjected …

  Today I traipsed down memory lane and back to school I went, yet again. Oh! How hard it hit, that nostalgic wave; I wish those memories I could forever save.   You know the first thing that I saw there? It was the backbench, I once sat where. A …

Even in her black and white world, she sought color; a feeble attempt to camouflage her ashen pallor. Anything to hide the scars of the skin that had been burned. To watch that, to stare at her, random people turned. The lover she spurned had crushed her dreams. The acid …

Life is art. Live yours in color and it will be a journey that is spectacular. Filled with hues that warm the heart; give your life a vibgyor start! Embrace all shades, be they dark or light. Let them not in your life fight. Adopt the black, the white, the grey. …

Some shoot to kill & they shoot to spill; the blood of an innocent animal. They forget this action too, in the eyes of law, makes them a criminal. When will man understand that “the right to live” is equally applicable? Earth is home to all, we must learn to …

My boy lies here, six feet under in land that fate from me did plunder It was my time not his, down in the dirt; How will I live now, with all this hurt? Valorous he fell fighting for a cause. They say he never held back, never did pause. …

Man’s avarice will ultimately lead to mother Earth dying. But, could there be hope?   Six feet under the ground, it started its journey homeward bound. It cleaved a path in the damp dirt, in its voyage to the surface of the Earth. It said to its mother, “I know …

Why is it that you cannot see, I am what God made me to be? The colors of my skin, its dusky tinge; are all what God gave me! You look at me, you see my dark skin tone; you see dusk settling on bronze. You forget that behind that …