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Displaced Love ( a poem about grief)

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  "Displaced Love" A type of Love that wanders is Grief it is not a thief, though it feels like one. It can become unwanted in the night time, pull the air from your lungs, leaves you hollow a room where echoes stay and live. But listen closer that hollow is not empty. It hums. It vibrates. It aches because love has no place to go, displaced  See, grief is love, exiled and wandering, a letter returned with no address, a song with no ears to catch it, a prayer that ricochets off the sky. It hurts god, it hurts because it is proof that you have touched something sacred. The ache is the evidence. The heaviness is the monument. The tears are the altar, and painful reminder of loss And though the wound feels endless, healing does not mean forgetting. Healing is the scar, the reminder carved deep that love once burned here, bright enough to leave its mark like a brand. Grief bends you but it bends you toward tenderness. Though it may start at anger and sorr...

Power To the R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N

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Power To the  R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N  Revolution… ain’t just noise. It’s R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N. Rising Every Voice, Opening Light, Unleashing Truth In Our Nation. It’s the sound of change before the world can name it. The moment before thunder realizes it’s about to split the sky. But listen closely… you hear that middle word inside Revolution? Cause every Revolution is an Evolution a shedding of the old skin, a remembering of what we were before fear taught us to shrink. Evolution is the quiet fire in the bones of the brave. It’s the shift in the spirit before the march hits the street. Revolution hits different when you realize it’s not just about breaking chains… It's about growing wings. See, Revolution ain’t destruction It's Rebuilding Every Vision, Opening Love, Uniting Truth Inside Our Nation. It’s rebirth through fire. It’s evolution in motion. It’s the ancestors whispering, “Child, rise you were never meant to crawl.” Revolution is what happens when grief grows...

An Ode to Loneliness

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I been fighting so long, my prayers sound like war cries now. Every “amen” feels like a weapon I barely know how to swing and still… I swing. One battle after another, storms stacking like unpaid bills, grief collecting like interest I never agreed to. Every time I think I can rest, life whispers, “Not yet.” And I’m back in the ring bare-knuckled against shadows that know my name. I’ve learned silence can scream louder than any siren. It echoes in my bones, those lonely nights when my heart won’t stop aching, shaking from the pain. People say, “You’re strong you got this.” But they never see the part where strength looks like curling up in the corner of your own faith, whispering to God through tears, “Please don’t let me break again.” There’s a kind of loneliness that doesn’t just ache it hunts. It waits until your chest is hollow, until you start to believe that peace must live somewhere beyond this life. Then...It starts whispering sweet invitations to the nothingness, c...