u may have noticed ive been MIA the last few days dude. u have no idea. next week is gonna be a BIG one 1. I am FINALLY releasing my first major offer in the last 2 years (its been a LONG time coming) 2. we also release our first world tour documentary 3. and one other surprise... brace urself. these things have been 2 years coming... and ive been bustin my ASSS so i hope u luv em

They told me once the difference was simple, muscle and softness, voice and silence, storm and shelter. But life has a way of laughing at simple things. Because I have seen a woman carry grief like granite in her chest and never bend, and I have seen a man break quietly in a parked car with no one to hear him. So no, it’s not strength. They said a man builds, a woman nurtures, as if hands know their purpose before the heart does. But I’ve watched women build entire worlds from nothing, homes out of heartbreak, hope out of ashes, and men hold something fragile like it might disappear if they breathed too hard. So no it’s not purpose either. Maybe it’s how they love. A man, they say, loves like a fire fast, consuming, all or nothing, burning bright until he learns how to keep it alive. A woman she loves like water steady, shaping, patient enough to carve mountains without ever raising her voice. But even that falls short. Because I have seen men love with quiet devotion show up every day, no speeches, no spotlight, just presence like sunrise that never forgets to come back. And I have seen women love like lightning, sudden, fierce, unforgettable, leaving a mark that time itself can’t erase. So what is it then? Maybe it’s this, a man is taught to carry the weight of the world without asking for help, to be the wall, the shield, the one who doesn’t fall apart. And a woman, she’s taught to carry everyone else’s world while still being expected to smile, to soften, to make it all look effortless. Different burdens. Same exhaustion. A man learns silence early that his pain is something to outgrow, something to swallow, something to turn into work, or anger, or distance. A woman learns that her voice is powerful but only if it’s gentle, only if it’s agreeable, only if it doesn’t shake the room too much. Different rules. Same cage. And somewhere in between all that real people live. Not “men.” Not “women.” Just humans trying to be understood in a world that handed them scripts

It taken me 5 years but I finally finished my book. Thanks to my Community and the support it probably would have never been finished so thank you to every member in The Art of Poetry Community you all are so amazing

Our Community did it. We came together and published our first Anthology book. Available in Amazon and Google EBooks. I'm very proud of all my members.

I've put something together for National Poetry Month on Skool. The Poetry Communities of Skool are coming together to celebrate. You start with a poem prompt in one community, get the next in the next community and so on. Come check it out good times all month long.