It’s 4 am

It’s not always easy to trust when history hasn’t been the kindest. It’s not always easy to receive when you’ve been programmed that nothing comes without sacrifice or a cost. It’s 4 am, and one day I’ll be waking up to kiss that special one on the cheek just to say, “You’re my angel. You

Just Thinking…Again

When did we get to the point of laughing at the pain of another ? Or tickled by misfortune? Somehow our helping hands turned into a pointing finger. Too many tears are salting the earth Too many gallons of blood quench the thirsty green grass of this America When did we grow deaf to the