Sometimes I stroll through old houses, thinking about the past, trying to imagine the future.
All the laughter that you heard once, in the now silent rooms, all the tears that dropped on the dusty floors...
I looked straight into her eyes. I was trying to read the soul behind her pretty face while wondering what she’d be thinking about. She sat up and her hand slowly went through her hair...
Read MoreShe was born to run wild; not the kind of wild full midnight adventures and flashing lights. Nope she was born to run wild under stardust while whispering to the trees...
Read MoreRosa Parks once said “racism is still with us. But it is up to us to prepare our children for what they have to meet and hopefully we shall overcome.”...
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