The Art of Touch is shattered bet
Nameless strangers and memories sw
I allow empty palms to caress
Each night I promise “He will be
And every evening I let them undr

Visions haunt the hollows of spoke
My thoughts are mislead with falsi
By now his true feelings would hav
If I had the slightest maturity
Perhaps I wouldn’t be suffering o

Impulsive and impassioned prove tr
One wants to dance while the other
She glances at her lover, soon to
His heart is becoming weary from a
He sees her with another man and h

My mother,
She spoke prayers to the hearts le
what her absence should bring fort
Fragile in time, innocent in mind
My daydreams lacked potency,

Revealing itself in the purist of
was a light, ablaze in celestial e
Mesmerized with its’ provoking con
I stand back and listen for the mo
Azuline mists embrace her luminesc

(I understand not everyone who cal
The disturbing label should tell y
You’d think with idiots like this,
One in five women college women ra
That is misguiding, one in five in

Scarlet ribbons burst through the
Morals sacrificed in the name of a
The multitudes believe what they a
as they bury their own brothers
under ground.

Post war racism persists
through the minds of
our steadfast oppressors.
Seeking chance in choosing who wil
pull the strings of our fate,

You are awake
Another sorrowful morning
Sun illuminating through stain-rid
with no luminary seen,
always being sought for.

Selfish by nature;
Humans are perfect images of envy,
Look longingly to those on the oth
Envying for strength, beauty, and
Centers forming into the ideal pic