A Poem for Las Vegas

I was born and raised in Vegas, and last night it was hit by a crazed gunman. A terrorist, who killed 50+ people with over 400 being injured. I don’t want to leave my house, but I know that not a good way to help my community. People need blood (donated), food, transportation, and water. […]


America the Forsake

I’m scared for my country. It belongs to rough pale masculine hands breed to pillage and take with straightforward tongue, twisted dominance. Its leaders reflect that of a parent to a child. Showing pain cloaked and ready for war. Let this country mirror the fool or the devil who acts like a saint!