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The Journey
I stand here with the hands of my mother and grandmother resting firmly on my shoulders – for they are my guide Strong, ...- Memoir & AutobiographiesTravelHome & GardenCultureDesign, Fashion & StyleEntertainmentLifestyleCreativityRomanceParenting & FamilyFantasySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionEnvironmentPoetryHealth & Wellness
Experiencing Siesta Key-Japanese Style
Powdery white sand shimmers its quartz in sunlight stars twinkle on ground Singing cardinal joins the drumming woodpecker branches take a bow ... Close: A Poem About Distance
Have you ever been in a crowded room?It’s not just the noise that’s there.It’s not just the people and their stares.It’s not just the ...Seven Deadly Sins
In order to play the game You must make a deal And all it will cost is your soul.Lovely Silk
I’d love to stay up there with youBut there is something I must doIt won’t matter how much you pull nowI will always ...Red Lilies Under Broken Ground
Do the selfish greedy fewWatch the innocent dieAnd bleed upon the morning dewDo they inhale the red dustAbove the crumbling homes of trust Has ...I Am My Sistah
I am my sistah and she is me I am African Caribbean Latin American BLACKI am she and she is me.










