“My mother used to say “Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today” I say What can you do today to make the world a better place?”

Trust insinuates that the human race is unfailing, faultless, flawless, and perfect.

I can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.

Evil exists in the shadows of our world and I’m realizing that without the darkness there would be no light. We need both to stay alive.

The child within; raised voice; fast heart; flinches. Flight response, with an attitude and broken hinges. The child within; tiptoes; eggshells. Heaven; hell. Still, she finds a quiet place, safe and tranquil; dwell.

Abstruse spite bleeds from their mouth. I hear the venom, It’s screaming so loud, And yet so benign Reaction, not roused Their “nasty”, so nice The beast lost its shroud.

Clutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.

We shined a light through our flaws to our internalistic plea. Emphasized the healing that shall set our lost souls free. We were a brief reflection of what we should not be.

You, a God I worshipped Your word was music to my ears Rose-tinted glasses: verdict You confirmed all my worst fears.

The highest love. Highest power. I will let you in. Devour this anguish, I’m harboring, all to you, surrendering.

Endless consumption will not make you feel whole suffer, stained items are not good for the soul.

She’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.

Move from reactionary; seek neutrality. It’s the only way to truly be free.

I survived the darkness. Crawled. Clawed. Endured. Untangled lies from truth. This wisdom is my sword.

I am worthy and steely. I will conquer again. Truth as my armor; My sword is my pen. Tell me I can’t and I’ll show you I will surviving and thriving is my refined skill.

He always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.

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.

Be the change that you wish to see in the world.

Dreaming is one of humanity’s greatest gifts; it champions aspiration, spurs innovation, leads to change, and propels the world forward.

Stepping onto a brand-new path is difficult, but not more difficult than remaining in a situation, which is not nurturing to the whole woman.

With a book and a pen, the world can change.

Nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.

Wars of nations are fought to change maps. But wars of poverty are fought to map change.

The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way a person looks at reality, then you can change it.

We don’t know the days that will change our lives. Probably just as well.