Baby Girl

Looking back on the first day you walked in class a reflection of frustration could be felt from your aura, wondering how at the age of seven could your life be filled with such heavy baggage might be the lack of spiritual love mentally being shoved in the face with hate and no father toContinue reading “Baby Girl”

Art Like

I lay wasted atop satin sheets while morning water colors paint tinted window curtains. It’s cold in here despite predictions of Armageddon by 12 PM, I’m walking the maze of dreams where you won’t leave as promised, if my soul chose this my mind doesn’t know the difference blank canvas is a color by numberContinue reading “Art Like”