I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.

I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.

Frequent friction when love becomes political.

Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.

I don't like the way people cherish the ghetto, as if it’s some royal palace, or kingdom. I also don't like the way people treat each other in the ghetto. It is really hard to find love, trust, and respect. You don't find too many people that want to do better for themselves in the ghetto because so many people seem to be satisfied with where they're at.

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.