Brush of Light


Sitting in a dark abyss

Paralyzed with fear and doubt

Of the unknown

Bouncing and blocking out

Rival forces seeping within

The mind.

Mocking and moaning

Laughing aloud filled with hatred

Ready to pounce on any glimpse

Of weakness and fragility.

They feast on the fatness

Of opportunistic unity of the

The poor, afflicted, and oppressed

Without regard of decency and decorum

Constantly creating division

Fearing organization

Playing mental games and breaking Emotional boundaries.

One voice tears through harnessing

Strength, resilience, and aptitude

Connecting their relational language

With those of similar feelings wanting

Change, justice, and freedom.

The culmination of their voices

Demanding improvement

Causes others to take heed

Wanting the same for themselves

Merging collaborative efforts

Creating grandiose gestures

Of attitudes not ceasing.

As one, these voices continue

Pressing forward

Breaking down barriers

Marching as one

Inspiring the younger generation

To want more and more.

Walls crack and split open

Only showing a brush of light

For those desiring peace of understanding.

Fight or flight


Hands in the air,

Knees on the pavement,

A familiar setting.

Gun in holster

Ready to pounce on sudden movement.

Clenched jar,

silent tears, expressing fears

Of death and glorified

Name on a T-shirt.

Bystanders with cellphones in hand,

Recording every frame without fail,

Raising awareness about injustice.

Shots fired, heard throughout the streets

Red and Blue lights flickering in the shadows

Yellow tape placed to control crowds,

Anger and rage fills the atmosphere.

Again? Not again?


Something has to change.

As social media viewers witness,

A horrific display of ethical standards

Rhetorical questions rise,

Forcing the mind to make a choice,

Fight or flight?

Future Love


If two wrongs don’t make a right then tell me why I’m here with you
We flow like two steams intersecting into an ocean
They say opposites attract, but our bond is stronger than two magnets
Bad boy, nice guy, geek, pretty boy, player, mammasboy, jock
No labels can describe you
Some may say I’m head over heels, knees buckle Nancy, love at first sight, so blind I can’t see straight, whipped women that I am
But all I see are your kind eyes, your giving heart, your sexy smirk, your intelligence, your zest for life and living…
Am I wrong to only notice that?
I also hate when your right and I’m wrong
I hate when you beat me in chess
I hate when that you know me so well sometimes you use it for playful game
I hate that you where that same ol’ hat everyday
I hate that sound you make when your excited, on the brink of something genius moment
I also hate when your gone, even when you make me mad and I want you to leave…You stay
I also hate that you know my tickle spot…
You never let go
I can’t stand when we have playful competitions, especially with sports because most times you try to cheat in figuring out my strategy
When I make mistakes it’s hard for me to admit it to you not because I’m scared, but because I don’t want to see your I told you so face
I’m hard headed and stubborn but you always seem to break that barrier with one kiss and one touch
I am overwhelmed and overjoyed with gladness that I have you in my life
I am so deeply in love with you, your happiness has become more important than my own
So I write all these feelings down and hopefully one day you will read this
For all the future lovers out there, may you find the very things you need in someone else…

I hope You See


I hope you see that things are only temporary until something better comes along.
I hope you see that life is what you make it, so make it your best.
I hope you see that the real reason people connect themselves to you.
I hope you see that compliments people give, are things that compliment you.
I hope you see that your worth is not made up by what people tell you, but what you set for yourself.
I hope you see that this list I make is in fact too short because you are able to list more great things about you than I ever could.
I hope you see that it’s true when they say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder because only the beholder defines beauty.
I hope you see that things always come to those who are patient and kind, and never to those who are mean and blind to the world.
And I really hope you see that the great things that people say about you, you also see in me.



Looking back on moments of criticism, given a newfound invigoration, and hope for a better future, a hopefully and solemn caterpillar looks towards its future.
Hopelessly waiting to grow its wings and fly, this caterpillar senses its change, formulating into a something bigger and better.

Overcoming the preceding hardships of growth and potential of becoming the strongest and the best well-prepared caterpillar it can be, experiencing various stages of shedding unnecessary weight clinging to its skin, this caterpillar is ready for its next stage.

Adapting to its surroundings and learning from each stage of growth, this caterpillar, understanding the process of metamorphosis, and the environment in which it developed defense mechanisms and means for survival, this caterpillar begins its hibernation.

Cocooning itself from the outside world, this caterpillar immersed in solitary and self-assessment, developing its skills, patiently awaiting its moment to blossom and shine in the world.

Taking advantage of its isolation and blocking out environmental haphazard, building on hope and faith towards a more fulfilling existence, this caterpillar hones in on circumstantial occurrences, perseverance, and knowledge to begin its transformation.

Taking its time and feeling comfortable with its new apparatus, this caterpillar, no longer seen as a societal parasite, spreads its wings, rising above former resistance and repugnance, shining in the light made for its beauty.