Thy tree crafted with God's power,
be but a resemblance of thine being...
A downgraded nation,
fallen...
Creativity flowing
Etching ones heart in paper...
So many times have i tried to fight,
and become the brightness through the night...
Hoping for the sun...
Isn't this always the dream...
Eyes
stare out...
The pup of Peanut, Butter is her name.
I did not raise her, she loves me the same...
I find that I am burdened,
by a weight that goes unseen...
Abnormal is what you call me
You say I differ from the norm...
The Power of Words
Forever her words linger...
To forget or not forget
Neither is my question...
He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...