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September 28, 2016January 31, 2017|by The Good PixelGrandma’s Rug…

I'm sitting here staring at my grandma's rug wondering… Wondering how it lies perfectly flat,...

Writing has been a way for me to cope with life. I write about the...

Seeds planted daily, Praying that the ground they fell upon is soft. Hoping the...

For all black women Who may feel less secure. From the apathy and lack of...

The world is stuck in a whirlwind. Warriors of the sexist, stop being so...reckless. Why,...

So poor I can’t even walk through the door Head, held low As I beg...

Change me to a substance that is colorless, odorless, malleable, bendable, Moldable so that...

With my words I can move mountains, with my faith part seas. With a pen...

'Ello Loves, April is almost over?! Where has time ran off to? Well, I couldn't...