In Eden’s embrace, where whispers weave,
Beneath the shade of ancient trees,
Where golden light forever cleaves,
And every breeze hums melodies.

In shadows cast by trials, hearts confined,
We bear the weight of proving we belong.
The world declares our strength, our steel mind,
Yet all we seek is love's soft, tender song.

In shadows cast by trials, hearts confined,
We bear the weight of proving we belong.
The world declares our strength, our steel mind,
Yet all we seek is love's soft, tender song.

Time doesn’t rush,  
it unfurls, like a flower blooming slowly,  
its petals stretching toward the sun,  
while the earth turns quietly beneath.

The clock ticks softly, marking endless days,  
Its steady hands turn years to memories.  
The sun that once shone bright now hides its rays,  
And shadows stretch beneath the autumn trees.  

She was a radiant celestial being, gliding gracefully across the vast expanse of the sky, her golden rays reaching out like warm, comforting arms to embrace the world below. They spoke of her as a benevolent queen, bestowing her light upon all living creatures with a gentle touch that brought life and vibrancy to everything in her domain.

Welcome to Night City. In this city, towering skyscrapers pierce the night sky, and bustling streets are littered with corporate drones, hustlers, and druggies alike. Everyone here is a puppet for someone else.  Everywhere you go somebody wants to write your ending.

The sun was settling over Eleuthera, shining light through the research center’s windows. I leaned over my desk, studying the strange carvings on a rock from a dig site. My curls had escaped their bun and covered my face as I traced the markings with my fingers. These symbols had haunted me since childhood.

Hale, now an adult with a glow up that enhances the essence of her beauty, is uniquely fitted and stunning from any perspective, both in beauty and complexity. She embraces her light skin ethnicity, beneath her radiant exterior, she carries an unresolved weight.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Jacob asked his brother. “This is a really big step.”

Sitting across from him, Jordan had his hands clasped together with a dimpled smile on his face and sparkles in his blue eyes.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything!”

They have forcefully silenced us and stolen our voices. I no longer have an identity of my own. I have been defined by who he says I am.  I have been shaped by a narrative that has been imposed upon by society. Who or what made them gods?

Where is the perfect place to die? A dog that once had dusty white nylon carpet-like fur but is now furless with blotches on its exposed skin. It belongs to a family that one can say lives in the back of the bush, near dirt road that officially does not exist but has nothing but footprints and tire tracks.

Hair that kinks like whimsical fleece
How fair is your sun-kissed skin,
Honey drips from your cushioned lips
And a world of beauty within.

With all the isms of life, it was inevitable,
But to be accused by your own neighbours and brethren...
For Deleveaux, Moncur, Bodie you'll always be,
No matter how you deny your Haitian ancestry.

I want to go, I want to stay,
Upon my vows are thoughts that stray,
I need that thing words can't relay,
Why am I not enough?

Swallowed by the deep-

Reunion on golden streets!

“Your Grace!” General Polios shouts for his king, cutting through the bodies surrounding them, breath haggard from hours of battle. “To me men! Protect your King!” The monarch's honor guard who had been overwhelmed for a detrimental amount of time, are fighting the assailants, barely keeping the demons at bay.