Flames In The Sky


These Metaphors seem to be the only things stitching us up into one, we have been burning up at the edges lately and I fear the flames leading up to me. My father told me to let go of my dreams, Continue reading

The World is Ours


They lied when they said “The world is yours”. It isn’t, the world is not mine and neither is it yours.

I don’t know about you but the world I live in does not belong to me. It belongs to politicians, it belongs to Donald Trump. It belongs to judges and lawyers that can be paid off to do great injustice in the cruelest of ways. It belongs to those who hold heavy bucks in their hands, they own the world.

The world belongs to business men and Political parties. It belongs to police men who seem to be blinded when the wealthy break the rules, or maybe their mouths are too full of 100 dollar bills, they can’t even speak.

My world is not blue, for blue is the color of the sky, the sea. And my world can never match that beauty.
My world is not grey, no that’s just the smoke that fills my lungs.
My world is not red, that is the color of all the innocent blood splattered across walls and floors, the blood of the poor. Because they couldn’t afford a trip to the hospital, but no one cares right? I just want my manicure done on time.

And my world can never be black, because that’s the color a man’s worth is based off of. The color that determines whether you’re a saint or a sinner. The color because of which it seems alright to discriminate someone. Because they’re black. And that’s just not right, yeah.

My world can never match the colors of a rainbow because that’s something you need to hide. It doesn’t matter if you’re born that way or if you want to be with whoever makes your heart beat, we said it’s wrong so you can’t make it right. This world belongs to society. And opinions, words that are wrongly shaped and actions that inflict pain.

The world is not yours or mine, it is not theirs, it is ours. So why don’t we join hands, why don’t we become better lawyers, better judges. Why don’t we look past money and what it can buy, why don’t we look at what it can’t buy?

Why don’t we break barriers and mix all the colors together, the blue and white and black and yellow, let’s make our own rainbow. And let’s teach them that we’re better than this, let’s stand together for once let’s built this world up rather than look for one of our own, we have sunlight, we have stars and a solar system, we have skyscrapers and we have airplanes.

Why don’t we have equality? Why don’t we respect? Why don’t we have justice?
Why don’t we have courage? -H



It’s like when you punch a wall with all your might, your knuckles start to bleed as the skin tears away from your body, you look up but not a single dent has formed in the wall, it remains harmless. That’s what it’s like for me, constantly fighting and constantly falling.
I wonder how the world looks when you don’t have to worry about how you look all the time, when your weight does not represent what you hold inside your mind, when your color does not define the nickname you get at school, when gender does not define who you give your heart to. And when your beauty depends on how far you can spread your legs or how much skin you can show through that dress.

But I’m gonna keep fighting and keep punching that wall until it breaks down. And so should you. Remember to never say something that could burn in the back of another’s mind for the rest of their life, remember to never look at someone differently because of the bruse they have or that large bith mark on their arm, their color, race, sexuality does not make them who they are, their attitude, kindness, actions and words make them who they are, and so do yours.

Hi guys, it’s me again and this is just a small reminder for all of us to be careful of what you say and do as it can be very easy to hurt others unintentionally, just always try to be kind and more aware of what escapes your mouth before its too late to take it back. -H