This is a poem I wrote a long time ago when I felt I was being held back by someone I loved-I felt like their puppet.

Fool me once, shame on you…
Fool me twice, shame on me.

Who you are .. NOW.

Why is it we are oft times our own worst enemy?

"Credo Ut Intelligam"

I have the right to be wrong…

Talking about being real…

Some people put an "invisible" coat of paint over themself to make them look better than they actually are. But their true colors always come through.

Just something I wrote!

Aabout male predators and what’s left when they’re done.

A poem written about someone who was deceived for a long time by a close friend who has now shown their true colors.