The trauma of an age; its impression and living legacy.

The heart is delicate and can be torn apart. But there is a higher power that can put together the broken pieces for renewal.

Don’t let Bud Light and Wal-Mart tell you how to feel.

Definitely we are there! hahaha! =) I am pouring out my sadness or grief. I do not want sympathy, but I am hunger for advocacy against oppression.

Every once in a while, we must reevaluate. Are we moving forward or backward? Do we need to tear our own house down?

Poem written about crushing odds youth face in an age run by the old.

Upon discovering a diary which belonged to a girl named Alice, we are thrown into the unique perspective of the world which revolves around her. “When you strip me of all emotions, what you find left inside is nothing but WRATH”.

Covering their heads. Getting beaten like dogs by men. Being oppressed. Is this what Islam supports in the treatment of women? There’s only one way to find out. Read!!

It’s time to tell the sheep to shut the F up!

This poem was written during a bumpy relationship. I wanted to see the world from her eyes. She suffered silently and there was nothing I could do for her. Victimization takes all forms. Unfortunately to overcome, it takes quite a bit of self-honesty. I apologize for the explicit language but it was an honest approach to the situation.