Brights lights hit your face

shinning and stunning

away your fears,

haters still talking

but, not to your ears…

years of hard work

showing the world your worth

you a star,

setting your own levels,

fighting your inner devils,

hiding your blemishes and scars,

for a shining perfection imagine

of who you are… a powerful bright


Dedicated: To anyone who believes they’re a Star, but hasn’t seen their shine yet.


Break Away

Rope loosen

around her neck

that strangle years

out of her brittle bones,

choking the air

out of her lungs

enlarging her tongue

swollen of

untold words…

bruises marked her

thighs and back,

from many

days and nights


Punished daily,

attempting to


a cold-hearted


man into somebody, he’s not…

Her freedom wasn’t

her plan at first


she had his child,

things were fine for a little while,

dumping out a few beer bottles at


brewing fights…skin welts,

hitting leather belts,

storming debris tumbling,

glass cutting, scratching away her


she reached for his gun…

Eyes closed tight,

pouring out tears

down her face,

she squeezed out life…

taking her free deep breaths…

she and her son escaped…


Hidden behind dark glasses,

unshown sadness shades the days covering the pain, constantly peeking through the pupils, at the ruthless and evil disruptions and corruptions hurting many people yet, we equal? Visionary…so “They”say!….Wait!…Who are “They” anyway?

Talking snakes slither to deliver venom to strike at anytime…eyes shaded are not blind.

Street Shooter

Writing her page,

A good girl goes

bad started at an early age,

she given up on school,

family, rules and law,

she did what she like

and got what she saw…

Not living for her future

she was the street shooter,

she shot Men,

not giving a damn if

they only wanted her to be friends…

Tough and strong,

you didn’t cross her or do her wrong,

she would shoot before she fought

not given others a second thought…

She didn’t live in the past,

she ruthless while it lasted,

until, the day a drive-by blasted

her in two parts


she is caring with a heart…

She lay paralyzed sipping

from a tube

wondering what now,

do she do…


Smoking mirrors reveal a man

so deceitful, injected in evil,

dress rich,

red face builder on foundations of

disgrace upon name smothered


pointing blame,

collecting fat armies

of rural demons marching his March,

walking hypocriticals

in backrooms engaging

in chatter and false laughter


Race war, Health War, More War…

Hell No!!

Broken Mirror hammered

away rapid


forcing a virus

to corrupt

Multicultural Freedoms,

of All Americans in Love and Peace.✌