War and tooth enameled salted lemon childhoods All colors run, none of us solid Don't look for shadow behind me I carry it within I live cycles of light and darkness

i cried when i saw those buildings collapse on themselves like a broken heart.

Writing must always have intention because words have power.

Your war drum ain't / louder than this breath.

Life is a right, not collateral or casual.

I will dance and resist and dance and persist and dance. This heartbeat is louder than death.

I've read too many books to believe what I am told.