Pleasant thoughts? What are those?

My Moon...

If ever I lose sight of what's great, please, fill me with faith. 

Paying for a comfort tax and an illusion of freedom. 

Would you save my life?

With love, I express these things.

For Peace, Love, and Light Do Exist...

Cuffing season? No. I'll Cuff myself, Thank you!

I sure wish that gratefulness you speak of grew on trees...

I wrote a letter to a friend as if I were her writing in her diary. 

Little Black Girl, Be Free.

Pray Away.