Sometimes the people you eye in school, on the street, and the bus will never eye you back. Sometimes you’ll run…
you make me rise and shinebecause you need shine to rise
Somewhere inside me, deep, but not far below the surface–split halfway in prayer,is the mumble of a biscuit,the whip of fresh winds,charge…
Prompt: Create a poem from the titles and lyrics of your top songs.
go gently into a quiet space of mindbegin to scan your body,release what is not serving youlook inward to see where you’ve come from…