Now her soul has been shattered, and her true love lays under the cold dark blanket, waiting for her radiance to shine once again.
Necessity of expression was overtaken by the need to survive. Unity deflated, tears evaporated feeding the gray clouds above.
She feeds off the cries of people who have been treated unjustly. Breaking free from the sludge of fallacies of our so-called protectors of human rights.
Instead of seeing the light at the end of my tunnel, the tunnel became a bubble full of memories that bombards the soul
From the looks of it, not only does the socio-economics of our country have a major impact of what people can accomplish, it’s now dictating the language that’s used in a medical report
we’re at a crossroads that could be historical, a turning point in the ideology of our country. Do we want progress?
Unity can be the most powerful tool for change. We are not perfect, the fear of admitting mistakes steers the eyes into a false sense of security.