It's not bad or good it's about your own truth it's about the heart you carry that is real it's red, blue, purple sometimes turquoise-green If I were to push you over the edge would you fly or would you fall Push me! Let me see I have fallen before so I know I can… Continue reading bad or good?
I know who this woman is and what she is feeling. I know as if I were alive in her time, standing next to her, watching the slave ship arrive to take more of her loved ones away. I was there in my mind. In some sort of time-lapsing possibility, I was there. Maybe I… Continue reading the scars of slavery