This is me, Breathing in this world Where there's war Where there's poverty Where there's disease Where there's terrorism Where there's injustice Where children Instead of gazing into the beauty of the world, They become victims of the repugnant atrocities like abuse and brutality Where I want to speak up Where I want to fight Against the oppressor Against war and hate But... My eyes become ...

There will be days when silence is loud and loudness is silent. Days when I am watching someone’s mouth move but their words are inaudible because the only words I can hear are those that are hateful constant screeching static. They are coming from me. Days when the world is sped up and I am watching people pass me but I am unable to move. Days spent swimming through the murky waters that are my...

The way I thought I was going to react was not how I reacted. March 13, 2018, almost exactly a month after the Marjory Stoneman High School massacre occurred when 17 precious lives were lost. I was working on a memorial for the lives lost for a commemoration event our school had plans for the next day when on the intercom I heard the bone-chilling words “Teachers, we have an active threat on campus.” My...

Evil gets to come in and put up a fight, but it does not come out triumphant. The atrocities seem to overtake with feelings of despair and God feels distant. There are days when darkness seems to prevail and apathy is evil’s greatest weapon. When the sunshine’s warmth doesn’t connect with my flesh. When I’m surrounded by people and feel lonely. When it’s a fight to get through...