Through corridors where echoes stay,
An advocate walks day by day.
With weary files and restless eyes,
Beneath the court’s unending skies.
Not every truth is clear and bright,
Some tremble softly out of sight.
Yet hope survives in every plea,
Like waves that rise upon the sea.
Between the laws, between the pain,
They stand through loss, through doubt, through rain.
For justice is a distant flame,
Still burning though the winds may change.
The black coat carries silent cries,
Of broken homes and unheard lives.
Each page contains a human storm,
A wounded soul, a trembling form.
There are battles no one sees,
Hidden behind legalities.
A calm voice masking heavy strain,
A smile concealing private pain.
Still onward walks the heart so brave,
Not seeking glory, wealth, or praise.
But searching through the noise and fear,
To make the voice of truth appear.
And though the road is long and worn,
Where faith and disappointment mourn,
An advocate still chooses light—
A journey between hope and truth.
I see the hanging silhouette of the willow tree.
The eerie shadow of this tree
is something I know all too well.
Roots deep in soil,
voluminous leaves,
brown... hanging.
You see, my people are like the trees.
Wise, brown,
standing tall, with many beautiful roots and leaves.
Suddenly,
Sethe got roots on her back,
Emmett wading in the water,
and all I see
is strange fruit hanging.
These trees feel different now...
Once so green and full,
now drooping lifelessly.
So, maybe I see a willow tree,
or maybe it's a brother with his dreads
lying on the street.
Something about this feels so deep.
How we all come from and return to
the willow tree.
Vicious hands of celestial unity
The one that tries to rip away one's breath
They that think they rule through eternity
They that think they can deceive even death
An ailing prey lies in a dark corner
Trying to shield his last pride and honor
May the trip of power subside sooner
May the world soon be safe from this horror
May the many halt from tripping on few
For multitude does not prove true courage
May the lost prey find happy life anew
Far from the sphere of bigotry and rage
May the whole world soon be a better place
Where colors can share their gifts and their space
Social media, realm where whispers fly,
A land beneath the vast digital sky.
Here, every word can travel far,
Each post and tweet, a potential star.
It binds the world in a tight-knit web,
Where thoughts and cultures easily ebb.
A platform broad for voices small,
In this grand stage, one and all.
Yet in its depths, dangers dwell,
As truths and lies together swell.
A double-edged sword, it can deceive,
Where false narratives weave and leave.
A mighty force for advocacy’s fight,
It lights up causes in the night.
From grassroots grows a towering wave,
Empowering the meek, the brave.
But watch the cost, privacy paid,
Invisible prices, quietly laid.
A footprint permanent, never gone,
In the landscape vast, forever drawn.
A frontier for the bold, the new,
Where innovations burst into view.
A pulse of progress, fast and fierce,
New ideas that pierce the universe.
So wield it well, this potent tool,
Educate, engage, but never fool.
For social media’s power, vast and wide,
Reflects the human spirit, amplified.
Dear Mr. Pfizer,
I wish I'd been a whole lot wiser..
One year ago I got your vaccine
and things happened to be that weren't forseen..
The first night of the shot my vision blurred
and retina damage sadly occured..
The eye doctor said there's a hole in my macular.
I can't see it but hope it's spectacular..
The retina specialist thought I had a disease
and wouldn't listen to my self-advocacy..
One year later now I'm happy to say the hole
is still there but no disease came my way. I
won't get your boosters. I hope that's okay?
Advocacy For Mental Health
70 percent of American take prescription drugs
Psychiatric medication overdose killed 50% more people in the us as of 2016
I have been misdiagnose since child and the side effect of the practice has warn
One of biggest lawsuit in history of America
A lot time the faculty is untreatable or manageable for care for patient
Truth be told all medication has side effects
Mental health is not getting better with the stigma behind it
Have Autism I tell you doctor look at you as number major of time
Looking to future knowing 2020 or between 2023 better treatment plan
May be available is reason I try so hard to fight the stigma
Might not know every thing but stigma of mental health is terrible thing
Advocacy For Mental Health
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