Eight hours
of almost everyday
to make
the corporate machine
richer by the second
while we sacrifice
our dreams,
our families
and our passion
to put food on our plates,
to put a roof on our heads
and to provide education
for our children,
the hope of our future
when in fact,
it is our right
as people
to have them
in the first place

The pain
of the past
had made me
so numb
that I fear
I won't know
the feeling
of being loved
anymore

Oh my sweetest niece
Poetry personified
I love you so much

I miss the song
the waves sing
The calming sound
when it crashes
against the shore
Sun-kissed breeze
stroking the skin
The moon
reflecting brightly
off the sea
Listening to Marley
as time
passes without notice
Chill vibe
that only the island
can bestow

Injustice
is a father
shot years ago
lays to rest
while the one
who pulled the trigger
is enjoying
the freedom
of the innocent