Rah Times

 All Lives Matter is one of the many poems in my ebook                 "The Cry of our Children" Buy the compete book here

(Book Excerpt)   Buy this Book on Amazon I Wear My Wounds as Badges. I beat my chest as if to say, Captivity shaped me, became my training arena, and defiance’s my coat of honor, Inequality made me pliable, Though that crushes people, I’ll never be trampled.   I regard pity as an enemy. It strips people of dignity, Adds insult to injury, I beat my chest victoriously, I wear my wounds as badges. In The Arms of a Friend Wish I could sleep beside you. I know where I'd lay my head. I'd never have another sleepless night. I'd wrap my arms around you, knowing that was right. And if I ever hurt again, it wouldn't matter in the arms of a friend. There I would be comforted. And I'd be a happy person once again. Things won’t always go as expected. People have their different ways. I’m the same as I’ve always been. I want a life that’s peaceful and serene. Where would I be without hope? I'm sick and weary from ...

Wish I could sleep beside you. I know where I'd lay my head. I'd never have another sleepless night. I'd wrap my arms around you, knowing that was right. And if I ever hurt again, it wouldn't matter in the arms of a friend. There I would be comforted, And I'd be a happy person once again .  Things wouldn’t always go as expected. People have their different ways. I’m the same as I’ve always been.    I want a life  that's peaceful and serene.  Where would I be without hope? I'm sick and weary from trying. No lie could convince me that I'll be fine. But these hopes and beliefs are truly mine.   The Cry of our children is a series of poems written to encourage us to be our best self. Get your copy here

More than just a dwelling, it gave us our start in life. places a spark in our heart that causes us to love. determines our future, design the foundation of our character, pushes us away or give us desire to stay, cause us to aim for the stars, ignore, or assist others. Whatever we become, home enables, or hinders, gave us our views, perspective. Taught us how to interact with others. Makes us unshakable, independent, confident, formed our philosophies. Makes us unafraid, so comfort, encourage, And listen to the cries of your children. The Cry of our children is a series of poems written to encourage us to be our best self. Purchase a copy of the Cry of our children here

Bring down the curtain of indifference. Put an end to that era. Not that we’d forget. So that it may not start over. Though in our soul we carry pain, Mourn the loss of our brothers, Put an end to this foolish chapter, So we may love and stop hurting each other. Bring down the curtain of indifference. Let all work to change the future. Soften the heart of devious men, Who earn riches by taking Advantage of others. Bring down the curtain of indifference, That we may live in peace. The things that touches your neighbor, May not impact you presently, However, they could later. Purchase The Cry of our Children poetry here     Taken from The Cry of our Children buy it here!

wants to belong, be accepted, But gets frequently turn down,  Knows what it is to be excluded. Error might not be hers, but til she achieves find contentment in her accomplishments, Her journey's difficult and lonely.

Oh if I could recall my past as treasure, I'd return to those days without fear. I'd see your smile, keep believing you're love, generous, truly care, But your action didn't speak love to me. If my past were easy, flowery I wouldn't have my present conviction, and I'd miss out on my latest design. And I'd fall for your deception. I see care as meeting my needs, absent when desertion and heartache leads. Yet I'm liberated from the convictions of others. Not willfully but because of your hurtful ways. I see you as your actions speaks to me, Says you had no care or love for me, Changed my perspective and created a new beginning.