Skin like armor oblivious to your ignorance

I don’t think you heard
Me when I said

I won’t leave you

I don’t think you heard me.

No, I don’t think so…

Once I see a need
And invest my time

It’s impossible
To get rid of me

Skin like armor
Oblivious to your


Happy New Year to my Father

Dear Father,

What a pillar
Of strength
You are

In your eyes
I see myself
And I weep

Life happens
Too quickly

And what we miss
Doesn’t matter

What we regret
Doesn’t matter

Our souls


Keep the faith

No matter what
Just know,
you won

You’re a winner
To me

A prize I feel through
OUR eyes

You’re me

Your daughter of Divinity



Merry Christmas to my Mother

My mother is enkindled
With fire
She’s not ordinary.
When others just coast
She flies higher…

My mother is a
Selfless missionary
Rewarded by no one.

But my mother
Is someone…

She hides behind
An onyx veil
Of loneliness
And elation.

She’s been a mother
To hundreds
From our nation.

My mother is strong
And demands your respect.

But her lack of
Being appreciated…
Makes her wonder,
What’s left?

God is watching you.
Enveloping your hands
With the warmth
Of his angels and doves.

People may mistake
My mother for cement
But I’m her child,
So I know she is love.

My mother is
A revolutionary.
A force in a
Sleepless nation.

She sacrifices.
She’s patient.

And I have nothing
To give her…

But my words of appreciation.