Dear life, I’m not tired of you yet, of your swindling. I’m not tired of the surprises. Aren’t this what dreams are made of, uncertainties, brokenness and sometimes, triumph?
I came here with no hint of what I would meet. Each step I took at growing older, you became revealing.
You showed your wit. Sometimes I understood. Other times I just stood lost and watched in bewilderment. Continue reading
Let me speak now while I have voice
Let me speak as it seems others may have lost voice
Let me speak because in truth I have no choice
Let me speak because those we chose chose not to speak up for us
Clearly it’s in God we trust
Because no one will help us but us
Let us speak up for only we can help us
Let’s tell our stories
For they have changed the narrative
They’ve concocted a Molotov cocktail
Tales by moonlight
So much creativity that the truth took flight
But we will keep the true version in sight Continue reading