This poem is speaking of the voices I struggle to get rid of every day.

You can’t shake this sense of sadness.

Your treatment is hard to take.

I have not fallen.

To think I turned my back on most of the world but honestly how much is the African American population that I’m a part of. Some People NOT Me… I finally realize the people who are making me the most miserable and they wonder why I don’t want to be them.

When I listen to bad news, I feel depressed,
And sometimes I wonder why I get so stressed –

Scientist invent and discover many things vital for survival. They always better for betterment of one’s life. Kudos to them.

Its too hot outside.

This is a poem that explains on how two lovers are.

Most people remember their passing months as a series of birthdays, parties, exams, reunions etc. Well there are some unfortunate souls like me who along with those occasions, have a chronology of mother-natures dear visits that just have to be dealt with a grim face.