I decided to share this poem because on Sept. 11, 2001, we weren't Democrats or Republicans, we weren't Black or white, we weren't Christians or Jews, we were all Americans that day. Read on
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“Moon Girl” is about having that “Non-stop” or “High feeling” when you are doing something you love alongside with someone else. Read on
Free Refill Rain down into my cup, Fill it up with inspiration, Looking up to you from here, Like a beacon in the sky, You sit on top the clouds… Read on
Reflections from a shattered mirror that was glued back together, -Silver rings catching the sunlight- Sculptures centuries old preserved, -Magnolia flowers at the top of trees; first to catch rain-… Read on
My hands wavin’ over puddles of rain, Grass seeds poppin’ and puffin’ open on my shin, Sneakers slidin against the bumpy wet pavement, Runnin’ so I can make it on… Read on
Dream It’s been our dream to become a travel nurse since forever. So I wonder… Did we make it? Are we getting there? I wonder what school we ended up… Read on
