SAM Frida

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Embracing the Gift of Honesty

Embracing the Gift of Honesty

For a long time, I felt a pang of guilt every time I spoke my truth. The fear of hurting someone else often held me back, leading me to either dial down my honesty or avoid it altogether. I couldn’t bear the thought of being the cause of someone else’s pain. But over...

Breadcrumbs

Breadcrumbs

In moments when we don’t love ourselves,Breadcrumbs of kindness seem like loaves,A glance, a word, we grasp and cling,To shadows of love, mere crumbs they bring. How often we stumble in the dark,Blind to our worth, our inner spark.Not until we face a wall, a plight,Do...

A Journey of Change

A Journey of Change

In life, connections come and go,Paths diverge, directions flow.No judgment lingers in this fate,Just nature’s course, a shifting state. Friends who once were close and dear,Lessons now, in memories clear.Once companions, now acquaintances, true,Some become strangers,...

Secret Garden ..(closed)

Secret Garden ..(closed)

She'll let you in her houseIf you come knockin' late at nightShe'll let you in her mouthIf the words you say are right If you pay the priceShe'll let you deep insideBut there's a secret garden she hides She'll let you in her carTo go drivin' roundShe'll let you into...

A Poem for My Tatha

A Poem for My Tatha

In quiet moments, memories unfold,Of a father’s love, both warm and bold.Though time was fleeting, and words were few,In those brief moments, I felt your truth. With gentle hands, you’d tie my hair,Ponytails that danced in the morning air.Though they’d loosen and fall...

A Nation in Crisis: Prioritizing Guns Over Lives

A Nation in Crisis: Prioritizing Guns Over Lives

In light of the recent Supreme Court ruling on bump stocks, it's crucial to question why we, as a nation, continue to facilitate the ease of firing ammunition. This decision challenges our collective morals and priorities. How can we justify enabling the proliferation...

Boundaries: A Poem on Fear and Self-Respect

Boundaries: A Poem on Fear and Self-Respect

Boundaries, oh fragile lines we draw,A human act, not divine, not perfect,Not from pulpits nor couches of therapy,But from hearts, trembling or strong. Some sketch boundaries from shadows of fear,“If you say these words, you'll find no echo here,”They shun truths,...