Pens click, papers shuffle, a foot taps to its own beat. The dull drone of an air conditioner plays theme song to the melodic tones of the lecture as the professor speaks of conflicts where the individuals involved suffer a second death as their names fade from memory.Read More Footnotes
Insidiously intelligent, she sought knowledge like air,
absorbing the words of the page through her fingertip up into the heart of her.
Girls are nothing but witches.
Witches are bitches whose ire results in fire in the form of lies that destroy lives of men who did nothing but be boys being boys being boys being boys.
At what point does the jury judge
That the clothes I wear
How I dress my hair
The street I take
Or the decisions I make
Are what led to assault?
He was a rock
Solid, strong, timeless in his ability to always be and let be
A lodestone attracting me to him
His magnetic force binding us in an unbreakable attraction
The more churches I see,
The more I am convinced
They are shrines to man and not God.
Calling out inequality, injustice and discrimination, Is not Oh, woe is me. No. This is my reality. And it is time to change. © 2018 Kim CongramRead More Change
On her head was a crown of thorns And on her finger a ring of gold. But her heart was encaged by steel While her will was made of iron. What God has put together Let no man put asunder. She would not kneel She will never obey She was born to rule. On her […]Read More Crown of Thorns
Take a chance, listen closely, I offer more than you see
I may be disabled, but I am simply me.