It was 2am on Sunday night, June 1st. I couldn’t sleep, he was on my mind, the people were on my mind. deep breaths were not working. Took to my pen and paper, and my Soul had a lot to say.
Tag: social justice
Can we go from oppressed to oppressors? Is it strictly one or the other, or can we be both?
The Super Bowl was last weekend; although, I was not “technically” watching I couldn’t help…