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

Writing must always have intention because words have power.

I will not dance to your war drum!

Life is a right, not collateral or casual.

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

The machine will grind you down, but the machine is not bigger than the imagination. Rome fell in a day. We know this.

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