We Were Becoming; a spoken word about the America of Today
WhovianPastor
They say, this is how it’s always been.As if history is a straight line,as if we were never climbing,never reaching for something better,never becoming. But I remember. I remember when…
Oppression
When the New World Comes for Me
They come in the night.They come in the quiet.They come in the shifting of laws, in the stillness, in the dark.With hands folded in prayer and lips curled in claws.…
“The Weight of the World (We Will Not Bow)”
I wake up choking on a silence too loud,a pressure too thick,a world too heavy to hold. The sky burns, the ground splits,oceans rage and swallow coastlines whole.The wind howls,…