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Sadly, men don't bleed, they said. The glass always appeared too flawless to reflect the truth, My scars written boldly like letters on my skin but unseen by the…

Does God Even Exist? In the quiet hour Jane asked: "Does God even exist?" In the silent echo she wondered: "Does He even answer?" Have you ever lifted your…

Outlier October Screams of freedom, healing from the throne Echoes of mercy, hope for a tree cut down Not forsaken, not abandoned — Silent whispers: “Abba’s not mad, not…

Sadly, men don't bleed, they said. The glass always appeared too flawless to reflect the truth, My scars written boldly like letters on my skin but unseen by the…

Does God Even Exist? In the quiet hour Jane asked: "Does God even exist?" In the silent echo she wondered: "Does He even answer?" Have you ever lifted your…

Outlier October Screams of freedom, healing from the throne Echoes of mercy, hope for a tree cut down Not forsaken, not abandoned — Silent whispers: “Abba’s not mad, not…

(A Personal Sonnet of Vision, Education & Rise) I stitched my dreams beneath a leaking roof, Where Ajegule’s dust still crowned my hair, Each night I studied — failure…