Poems about Politics
Broken City Broken Dreams Broken Promises What does this mean?
Back in 1862, there once was kingdom. This sounds like a typical fairytale, so for introductions, you don't need one.
1. Blue was probably the happiest girl I knew in my lifetime… 2. Blue children never make orange love.
Welcome to America America , where a man can get shot on video by a cop, yet we w
There lived two people long ago who sought to love more than you know.
What is going on with this country that I love?
If you’re sick and tired Of our people getting shot Then it’s time we change
1 Thessalonians 1:4