SAM Frida
Unfiltered – ish
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...
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...
This… is..it!
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
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, 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,...
The Power of Authentic Apologies: Redemption Through Genuine Remorse
In our interactions, words and actions wield a profound impact. For some, the act of apologizing becomes a critical means of redemption, a way to heal wounds they’ve inflicted. However, a mere apology is not enough. As the phrase goes, “I owe you nothing more.” This...
Rise of an Authentic Soul
In the depths where shadows play,Where whispers of doubt once held sway,I journeyed inward, through storms and fire,To find my core, to rise, not tire. I stripped the layers, raw and bare,Faced each fracture, every tear,In the mirror of truth, I found my light,In the...
The Power of Every Interaction: A Personal Reflection
Every interaction is powerful. Every person we meet leaves an imprint on us. Some encounters bring out joy, making us feel as if we have known the person for years. Others can trigger us, plunging us into a dark place. And then there are those we become addicted to...







