Time calls softly to me And yet, I hesitate What if I meet the boy I once was? Would he trust the lines on my face, The weight in my voice? Perhaps it’s better not to meddle, But simply to… Continue reading →| Blog of Hammad Rais
As a black woman raised in the South in Tennessee, I thought that I was an ordinary person, nothing special about me. I was told that I would probably live my whole life in the South, never going beyond the boundary of my hometown. I was also someone who loved books and how you could... Continue Reading →| Help from Heaven
Image Credit by Karsten Winegeart @ Unsplash Let go of your inhibitions, And start climbing mountains to find joy. The lives we live are not fiction, And we only have a few years to enjoy. Let go o…| Help from Heaven