The sound of my mother’s voice
“J.R. you are not dumb,
just pay attention”
as I sit staring at the math problems
the tutor has in front of me
but they don’t hear meRead More
I still remember those moonlit nights all those years ago.
I was just a child,
But the memory of your face will never go.
These nostalgic paintings
Created on the canvas of my head
Will always hold your voice, your warmth, your smile.
By AF Young child of the ghetto, Through your eyes I can see the pain, Memories of the past roaming through your brain, Friends, family, and the people we used…Read More
By TC Age one, living life as a toddler lucky enough to have a father and mother Age two, growing up getting everything I want Age three, feels like I’m…Read More