Rah Times

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.

those who are kind to us. But how many can love anyone who is harsh and treats us unkindly? My heart break for every family who lost a love one to violence regardless of their job description. When I wrote the poem "How could I?' I was thinking of specific individuals, But that poem is true for many. Being a cop is not a tribe, This is not the hunger games. Neither is every Black man a thug. See the person whose you tackle as brother, a neighbor, before you go pulling a trigger. The child whose father was killed, may see the world from his killer's perspective. For peace sake read the cry of our children

we shouldn't be required to define who we are by race, All should be recognized as human beings. The world's vision would then be narrower. Through teaching differences become known. natural instinct to care become tainted. conditioning convinces us to protect ourselves from stereotypical view. After the devastation in Paris, They stood in solidarity and embraced. Disregarded religious preferences, stood as one nation. So should all around the world do. for peace and love to prevail, and recognize that all lives matter. Buy a copy of the Cry of our children here

But never wanted. Woman I loved, walked away, Though not easily! How poetic. My actions costs me much more than I anticipated. I could not stand up for her, I chose to be with who I was expected to love. Not the woman I preferred. Hear the cry of our children! Buy your copy here!

How could I choose someone who rejected me? Someone who walked away As I cried out, help me! Someone who left me to die, Someone who caused me to ask why. Someone who stood by as I struggled. How could I, love such a one? How could I? How could I? We all deserve unconditional love, We're all made of flesh and blood. Skin's just a covering, and ethnicity shouldn't determine if one's a thug. We should regard each other's lives, not judge without fully knowing. We all need to care. to forgive, to help others, Not for their benefit, but ours. We all hurt, but give others a chance, Not that any is expected to ignore acts of hate, But no one should ever have to ask, How could I love someone, who deliberately hates? How could I, How could I, How could I? Let's love and Listen to the cries of our children: buy it here from Amazon.com It is so easy to love those who are kind to us. But how many can love any who is harsh and treats us unki...

Let your voice be your chosen weapon. Not guns that cause destruction. Pursue objective through negotiations, Devastation’s not a solution. Speak, don’t retaliate or destroy Property, respect life; don’t take it from others. Put away your guns; and be heard through words, fight! The listener’s not enslaved Eventually he hears. Stay open minded, Don’t become blinded, consumed, swallowed up by despair. Struggle ends as awareness rise. The Cry of our children was written to stop the blood bath. We all need unconditional love. Don't shed blood, we all bleed red. buy the cry of our children here.

Many of us say the same thing in different ways. Some with more finesse than others. Dr. King said, "We are all tied together in a garment of mutual destiny." Kanye West placed unclothed people in bed together. Art is individually interpreted but the point is, we are all connected. While some say and do as they please, hindering or benefiting others' like an epidemic. At some point, all are touched. Think of drugs addiction and aids, Views change when we're personally affected. Issues affecting one community, leaves another untouched Momentarily, but eventually problems become wide spread. eventually we become joined by mutual concerns. Listen to the cries of our children. read about it in poetry,