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I am a free spirit who loves to breathe passionate purpose into each of my pieces. I run on copious amounts of coffee, conversation, & compassion.
You can find my thoughts on Twitter & Medium, where I enjoy interacting with others to encourage growth & positivity.
If you are a poet or just love to express yourself through written word, I'd love to have you join us on Fridays for #PBF, which stands for Poetry Battle Friday. I wanted to create a space that encouraged creatives to inspire & be inspired by poetry. The idea is to encourage interaction amidst social media that invokes emotion, thought, & reflection.
More than anything, I desire to inspire!
We were Children of the corn Living a Nightmare On Elm St No matter How fast we ran She always had Michael Myers' feet Her words A machete Her Voorhees mask on display Our home A house of horrors Hide-n-seek Never child's play Cowering in fright As IT drew near Words echoing...
Momma always said we was poor but rich in love I never understood what she quite meant But it made the holes in my shoes not feel so shameful Now that I'm older and my shoes far from worn Momma's words help me to remember money isn't everything as our bond carries on