We were born on the same day the same time oh! how much we look alike you and I. We grew together, sharing the same mind, we would even speak at the same time. That's what I thought at one point of time inseparable you and I.

He doesn't chase the wind the way he used to. He watches it now, like an old friend passing by. The gray around his muzzle didn't arrive overnight. It came one season at a time, alongside every adventure, every muddy trail, every stick he proudly carried home as though he had discovered treasure. His steps are slower now. The stairs ask a little more of him. Cold mornings settle into his bones. He sleeps longer, dreaming, I hope, of fields where his legs were young and every sunrise promised another adventure. Yet when I reach for my keys, his eyes still shine. Not because he wants the longest walk just because he wants to be with me. That's the beautiful thing about old dogs. They stop counting miles. They only count moments. A quiet afternoon beside your chair. A gentle hand resting on their head. The sound of your voice saying their name as if it has always been the most important word in the world. One day, I'll notice he doesn't hear me call. His leash will hang by the door, his bowl will sit untouched, and the house will somehow become far too quiet. But love like his doesn't leave with the footsteps. It settles into the floorboards, waits by every doorway, rides beside me in an empty passenger seat, and reminds me that the greatest hearts sometimes beat beneath four paws. Growing old is never easy. Not for us. Not for them. But if love leaves silver around a muzzle, then he has earned every single white hair. And I would choose every one of them again.

I am; I said I am not ready to die. Phantom, this most times the cuffs are invisible but in reality, we are chained to history the thought of slavery really gets to me The density that settles into blood, teaching every soul to bow, while heads are hung low. I lay in the water wondering why? I hang from a tree saying please while no one hears me , all laughter until it's pure silence Protect and serve, that's what they told me. So why did you kill me? Hate crime on FaceTime. Now tell me when the friend line begins and where it ends? Watch out, the Niggers is back on the bus line. They say as above as below so is this what's going on above? Let's question that. To be shackled to the ground is to be written in the dirt By the very ones who hold the ink to the paper No longer quiet executions Just the bold words of I loud and proud. Pure theft is what I see; I hate you while screaming loud on t.v. I would love to take your children, eat your food, but I am scared of you. How dare we play the fool The earth below does not comfort; it consumes They speak progress in digital tongue of algorithms weaving light from the air seamless but yet polished the ancient iron stays where it was slung. it is not merely metal on the skin - it is an anchor driven through the bone A silent mandate made of stone to be tied to the earth is not to grow why, because the roots are forced, the soil is that buried lives with so many lies we have already reached the sky Delleesa Harris this is a rough draft, not finished, not put in order but thoughts

Coming soon to you Also, what's it like to be sober

It's been a while dealing with life and not feeling well But let's get back to it though!