“Cultural identity; warped and changed. Each of you thinks the other is to blame, It’s created this way, yet we all play a role. We could stop it today if we felt the truth in our souls.”

I give forgiveness like salt and pepper in a restaurant – Turn my world upside down and it’ll pour out of me, flowing freely, until I’m empty.

Lies feel like nails on a chalk board scraping down the marror of my spine and truth feels like harmonious melodies gifted from the hands of the divine.

I compare myself to the leaves; dead, yet dancing in the breeze. Is it meant to hurt this much, falling from the trees?

Have faith in the fall. Sometimes life knocks us down so that we can discover what resides at the bottom of it all.

He dirtied my name with his dark and muddy lies. The earth he left grew flowers for the butterflies & now I thrive.

Truth as my armour. My sword as my pen. I’ll do what I will to prevail again. Shining so brightly so they shot me down. Did they not know how hard I would bounce?

I think I may be in way over my head. I’ll learn how to breathe underwater instead.

I have a habit of seeing through the cloak that they wear to hide what truly resides in their soul. I have a habit of tearing out skeletons from the blackest of closets; although it’s never the goal. I have a habit of forcing others to look in the mirror, at the darkest parts of their soul. And I no longer want to play the role.

I think we all long for someone we can be disgustingly honest with, and for them to love us anyway, and stay.

So what do we say to each other is the language of unspoken? The words are sweet; the space is bitter or is this just the them I’ve chosen.

Be aware of the judgments that you and others conjure. The words reflect the inner world; the doctrines that you sponsor.

Our interpretations reflect our imperfections. We will always read between the lines, but we decide what we choose to find.

Only after you have fallen to the pits of despair, can you fly to the horizon of hope.

I survived because the fire I have inside me burns brighter than the fire that surrounds me forever thriving with blazing vitality.

Sobriety is something I’ll never reach. There’s always another day, another urge to defeat.

How do we trust others when we can’t even trust ourselves?

One person cannot be blamed for years of problems as it relates to race in America. This is something that has been with us since the founding of this nation. I mean, we were founded with slaves.

When your child is in trouble, the first thing you do is blame yourself.

A car crossed two lanes of traffic, flipped, and landed on my dad’s car. I don’t blame cars. My dad loved cars. I don’t have many memories of my dad. The love of cars is all I have of him, really.

Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?

When the enemy comes with shame and blame, tell him to go measure the distance from east to west and get back to you.

My mum’s always on at me to have children and blames ‘that stupid stage thing you do’ for me not already having a family.

You can do anything in the world if you say “Hey man, don’t blame me, the devil made me do it. It’s an easy way to escape responsibility.”

You got a lot but you just waste all yourself. They’ll forget your name soon and won’t nobody be to blame but yourself.