Circus of Words

I was having a normal conversation about how working for pennies inspired me to do better in school, and in this I was offering the proof ...

This black history month, I want to do something a little different. I think one of the problems in our country is that Black history is syn...

The end of the day comes Hours upon hours of solid work But my progress is lacking And I seem to have missed the mark... I'm looking...

Light reflects In bright wide eyes Image from Clker And out of eyes Connects--      Arms, legs, toes, fingers... Eyes follow mo...

O ne of the most important things, in my opinion, is to showcase the positive within the black community. Often, new relating to presen...

Home Sweet Home You don't know me, I haven't been given a name      But I'm still here... Lingering in the shadows Forgo...

A Person Reflection on a Dream Deferred I am not like them-- For they are not like me, We are different We are not the same. M...

How hard it seems To see the world... My own eyes fall short Of the vision of other eyes And somewhere     these visions blur. Str...

I hear people talk about miracles... They tend to talk about miracles the same way they talk about magic--that's probably one reaso...

We live in a world Where no one is willing to fight Everyone wants to win, But no one is willing to risk a loss-- People want the easy r...

Yesterday the clouds came It rained all day and all night And everything hid in shame Dripping, gloomy, devoid of light... Yesterday, t...

One year ago, I started "The Challenge." My goal was to get back to writing by forcing myself to write a post every day for one y...

Nothing easy makes you happy,      nothing hard makes you smile-- Sometimes tears have to be shed, They create the river on which the yac...

Brave girl, Careful not to glance back-- The beauty of childhood You must leave behind Bend to the will of work And fight for your free...

Every day a new idea-- Colors, words, images... All spinning in my head And I can't keep up. I'm running as fast as I can Pluck...

When I was in elementary school there was Native American owned store down the road from my house--I was dying to learn how they made their...

Just when I thought hope was lost Everything had failed, the world was closing in And I just didn't want to think anymore-- When ever...

Peace of mind comes After you've surrendered everything Left all your dreams at the door And placed your faith     in something high...

A blank sketchbook lies at my feet It stares at me curiously as I walk by Knowing emptiness is some kind of defeat, It waits for me patie...

Everyone's doing it--      or so it seems And quality comes and goes Like earthquakes on a Richter scale... But its hard to sta...