pitiful trials (Poem)

All the horrible things I seen people done They Themsemselves Lies lie to everyone All the terrible things I heard people say Forget you I don’t need anybody whose name isn’t me All the pitiful trials I prayed for case closed People need people Rome wasn’t built by one man on one throne Whatever you tell yourself to make the lies feel at home What you refuse to accept to make theft less uncomfortable

My Inner Child (Journal Entry)

My inner child sits on the curb of the culdesac of my mind. Legs crossed, arms stretched out, gazing at the vision of prosperity that both haunted and comforted me since I can remember. A vision that was birthed the moment I learned how to form an original thought. Dreaming of the day when she would grow big enough to will her vision into reality.