never again a puppet,i rise with the cannon blaststo the golden sun of the enlightenmentwith the life in me,i write my own history.
the heavens weep for all of those it has lost to the merciless winter sweeping across desert lands with a heavy hand, sparking no glance to the gray huddled masses crowded around a single burning fire. but hope can only burn for so long, and it sputters out as the heavens weep along with theContinue reading “rainy thoughts”
Being an American in this day and age holds criticism, scorn, and justice in its name. Our country is going through racial, economic, social, and political upheaval, all in the midst of the coronavirus and ensuing chaos. This, then, begs the question of whether celebrating the Fourth of July is worth it. What is thereContinue reading “Fourth of July: Two Sides of Being an American”