Seriously, I know my mother and father had their dreams when they were kids. They dreamed about being something other than poor, but they never got the chance to be anything because nobody paid attention to their dreams.
Thing is, I don’t believe in ghosts. But I see them all the time.
For who is lonelier than the cockroach without his tribe?
There would come a time when roles would reverse and the adult child would become the caretaker of the ill parent. The circle of life.
I started writing poems to feel like I belonged.
Man, I've always cried too easily. I cry when I'm happy or sad. I cry when I'm angry. I cry because I'm crying. It's weak. It's the opposite of the warrior.