Points-Pile

Her-story I can't describe to you how much I love her. I actually feel nauseous just at the thought of her even thinking of another. In all my short life I never even thought I would ever discover. A woman that I would be proud to name as my baby's mother. I know that if I were to hypothetically loose everything, we would still have each other And it is my chest only that she will caress under the cover. Of course we are bound to argue and I will occasionally confront her. Although I might not say it, I might even imagine her being someone else's lover. And it's because of my insecurity and paranoia I end up making her suffer. I'm j

Race Among Race's Racism will always be a complex and hazardous topic. It is something that is deeply implanted within our logic. It may be expressed in the form of a humorous joke. Or may be intentionally announced in order to provoke. Because they know that it is guaranteed to get a reaction. And we impulsively give them that much needed satisfaction. Somehow we feel the need to defend our specified skin colour. We fight fire with fire to defend our heritage with misguided honour. That's why racism can never be vanquished or become extinct. It is how the world works and even if we don't say it, we will always think How the colour

The Racial Equation. We are all born from the same =. ÷ by colour, shade and tone.                X by the errors of the past.             Only +'s to the difficulty life today.        Kela lewis-morin

Utopia I raise my head and tilt it towards the skies. Open my imagination and close my eyes. Envision a place where I would rather be. As far away from any judgmental eye that can see. A place where all my dilemmas become obsolete. Free from my troubles and the expanding concrete Confinement that I am forced to exist in. A place where it doesn't matter if you don't fit in. A place where nothing but a smile is required. Where I can think and write to my heart's desire. A place free from any physical and mental disposition. Free from the conflicting and persuasive power of religion. A place where there are adjustable weather condit

Breaking News. That's somebody's mother. Who was beaten and raped by another Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires. Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin. Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire. That's somebody's daughter. Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured. By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings. Super heros do not exist in this reality. Does that mean this world is not worth saving? That's somebody's father. Who was shot by another individual who would rather Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute. The things humans can do to each other. No

Family Portrait. He comes home late, surly and disorderly. Tears streaking from his eyes because he's so morbidly Depressed and continues to drink unlawfully.   He notices I'm awake and sits me down forcefully. He tells me to come close as he whispers to me reassuringly. Then he thrusts me around the room, beating me unremorsefully. He said its my fault that mum decided to leave. He pulls me closer as he venomously adjusts his sleeves. He said he regrets the day I was ever conceived. He lifts me up towards the ceiling with supreme ease. Grasping at my throat making it difficult for me to breathe. He intensifies his grip

Free Will. Is free will a devout gift or a curse? Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse? Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse? Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first? Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse? Could this world of ours get any worse? Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive. But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive. But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive. Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are cont

Good Morning. I have a distressing tendency of waking up too early. The sun escaping from the blinds always begins to stir me. Just as I begin to behave sullen and surly, her presence averts me. I turn to my side to see the vein in her left arm pump overtly. She's completely immersed by the covers. I have to resist temptation not to hold and hug her. Her body suddenly moves with a spontaneous shudder. Her mouth moves but not a word or sound does she utter. I stare at her intently and push her stray hairs behind her ear. Realising that loosing this woman will be my most dreadful fear. Her eyes momentarily open just to make sure that

Reassuring Pride. I can do this on my own. I don't require your assistance.                                                                      I'm not questioning whether your capable.