The Poem Is In My Hands, And

We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.

Nothing, Nothing Justifies Terrorism.

When I Passed The Age Of 50, I Learned How To Control My Emotions.

Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of Resistance.

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.