No More Games

My mom was set in her ways, she either got what she wanted, or would find a way to get what she wanted. She was a slender five-foot-three Islander, with long, black, wavy curls. Her grayish, blue eyes was what entrapped the males in her cobwebs. She was beautiful. Men worshipped the ground she walked … Continue reading No More Games


Repentance is a tricky subject to discuss about, what may be sinful to you might not be sinful to me. Your God may not be the same God that I worship, or maybe you don't worship a God at all. Some people's actions may be wrong to you, but may not be wrong to me, … Continue reading Home