Write a poem about: A Tree

Sometimes we don't recognize our own strength until we look back over our lives and realize that we're still here! I've been through what seems like hell and back, and I'm still here, but not just me, my people too; my ancestry The deep dark truth that hangs from silent trees-seemingly existing only in books,... Continue Reading →

I cried at my grandfather's funeral, mourning not for the loss of life, but for precious memories that were never formed and infinitely severed ties between myself and my history Now, a grown product of a man with different baby mommas, who 30 years later still blames our disconnect on, baby momma drama Toward him... Continue Reading →

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