You did nothing wrong. Record everything, Keep your head down, You will be targeted so keep calm and explain, You did nothing wrong. All you did was be there I was taught to be wary of white and black men alike Both are equally as likely to attack Prejudice and hate reign No safe place…
Do not go to stupid places with stupid people to do stupid things That was instilled in me from a young age It has kept me safe for the most part Do not join any protest march, no matter the intent Protests almost always end in violent mobs Stay away from those I walk along…
Too dark, too light Nothing is ever right Not from here, not from there Can’t sit here All are welcome Nope, not you Just make up your mind What else can I lose? Don’t want your pity Don’t need special treatment Just treat me the same as you treat them Why must we be on…
Don’t let go Keep holding on to me My love, my darling bride Don’t let go Keep holding on to me You know not what lies out there The sea in a storm is unforgiving And tonight there will be no mercy As you can see, my love As you can see There are no…
It is still up the moon is now How to be free I’ll show you how Never again to linger or wait But to sing a song, a song so great Pleased to be in the presence of thee I now bow on bended knee For you I sing so high so low So happy…
A job to do with no way out My target is in sight Cupid’s arrow pierced my heart My love’s roommate must take his last breath Adrenaline rushes through my prey Not knowing his attacker is me, he stabs the closest victim My love bleeding out as my victim drops dead With my heart broken…
Medical condition or phenomenon? Waiting on the results
Ashes to ashes Spring to sea Here in this moment of chances Come weary traveler Rest your feet Take a moment to breathe Silence passes through the night Trust is given not to fight Glowing embers of fire rise Lighting up the dark Shadows dancing with the light Voices whisperin’ not to fright Tangled limbs…
All I want is for the axe to fall to release the weight forcing me to stand tall All I want is to breathe to enjoy, to be free All I want is to break as I have before All I want is to let it fade away to give these thoughts another day to…
The love of stories started when she was a toddler. Grandpa George would stay at the house to watch Angela while her parents were at work, and he would read to her. Once she could walk, she would toddle over to the bookshelf, pull out a book, toddle back to her grandpa, plop down on…