Do you see me? I stand beside you all day yet you don't. Do you notice me? I try to get your attention,calling, and yelling, whispering and grasping. Yet you don't. Do you love me? I try to prove to you my honesty,my emotions, crystal clear like the Atlantic. I try to make my words… Continue reading Complicated
Someone asked "if you take away cultism from River State youths, what else would they do?". Much as the implication of this statement is heartbreaking, it is also devastating to know, that, we have come this far only to major on minor things. The level of neglect I see the youths recieve in this state… Continue reading Where Do We Go From Here?
The light of love is shining in your eyes. A smile so warm the snow has not a chance The music heard inside your simple sighs is cause enough that I should want to dance. Alive the dream once dormant and so dark. One thought of you sets my heart aflame, the arrow flew and… Continue reading With Love From Gaby
I have not been the best of myself, I agree. But we can make this work. I remember holding hands and walking down Lonely paths, I remember going out, and eating and meeting friends, I remember attending meetings and parties and having people stare at us. I know I can be emotional, I loose sight… Continue reading Phases III
From a very young age, I've been made to always be conscious of my skin colour, and this has not only been bad for my self esteem, it has also been a major consideration for decision making. I remember back in high school, when my older brother, who is light skinned, came to visit. A… Continue reading Class Vs Race II
Our love is transient, Our love is a constraining force, Held back by ubiquitous lies told and retold. But maybe we could start again, a fresh start. Like a sunflower in bloom, we can be bright again. We can be like the skies at sunset, beautiful, warm. We can be like the earth after it… Continue reading Phases II
I am no longer who I used to be, Can you get familiar with the new me? I no longer freestyle unending to instrumentals, I no longer read the books you and I were always competing over. I no longer write poems. Will you get familiar with the new me? This is not just growth,… Continue reading You’ll Never Be Alone