A Corner For Poetry

Love works in mysterious ways.

The condition of black people around the world is not a secret. Every day we continue to fight for our black lives to matter. It doesn’t matter what country we are from, the mistreatment is still the same. What do we have to do to finally stop being hunted like animals in the streets?

There’s someone out there for everyone. We just don’t know who that person is until we either find them or they find us. This is a love letter to whoever that person may be.

Every day we find a way to hide how feel about what’s going on around us. We find different ways to mask the pain but we never fully get rid of it. Why must we hide how we feel?

Why is it that the people with the biggest hearts get hurt the most? Have you ever wondered why you have the life you have? We wonder what our purpose is in life. For me, our purpose is to fight our way to the next level. To evolve into someone better than we were before regardless of our hardships.