Paint the Roses Red

I wrote this poem months ago, to put into words the heartbreak I felt after a dear friend's encounter with someone racist and the hurtful words they hurled at her. I wanted her to know I would always stand beside her, and use my voice to stand up for what was right whenever I could. [...]

If You Give a Mom a Moment

If you give a mom a moment, She'll have to run and pee, She'll try to go alone, But little footsteps are bound to follow. She'll find the toilet paper roll empty, and go to replace it. Then check all of the other bathrooms too, so no one else runs out. If she finds they're [...]