alternate reflections 


Syrian Angels

innocence is beauty.

“Mr President, we don’t support your policy on refugees. An open letter from Global Citizens: Dear President Trump, Around the world, 8 million Global Citizens are proudly citizens of both their nations, and the whole world. Four million of us are in the United States of America, and today, we want to convey our deep disappointment and disagreement in your Executive Order on “extreme vetting of refugees”. As Global Citizens, we know that opposing viewpoints are a vital part of any robust political discussion. We work with all sides of politics to ensure that governments continue play a leading role in ending extreme poverty. However, there are also basic values that we believe are foundational to the fabric of American democracy – like not discriminating on the basis of religion and nationality. You crossed that line through your Executive Order on refugees. Refugees are the most vulnerable fellow citizens on our planet, fleeing unimaginable horrors of conflict, persecution and disaster. Americans know this, because we have repeatedly opened our arms to those seeking safety – those fleeing the Holocaust, the Cuban Revolution, Communism, and dictators over decades. American leadership created the Refugee Convention, and today, you are walking away from it by instigating a policy that explicitly discriminates on the basis of religion and nationality. Your Executive Order suspends immigration to the U.S. from seven countries, each with a Muslim majority – Iran, Iraq, Libya, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, and Yemen. You stated that this not a ban on Muslims – however you made a specific exemption for those of a “minority religion” in each of these countries – a phrase that can only be interpreted to exclude Muslims. Mr. President, a refugee is a vulnerable human being, regardless of faith or nationality. America already employs the most stringent vetting and background checks for refugees on the planet. Your Executive Order tars citizens of these countries with the accusation of terrorism. None of the perpetrators of the major US terrorist attacks carried out in the name of Islam in the past 15 years have come from the nations specified in the executive order. Your stated reason for the policy is untrue, unfair, and un-American. It walks away from decades of American leadership on refugees, and in fact increases the dangers of terrorism. It goes against the very words that welcomed successive generations of those fleeing persecution to our shores at the Statue of Liberty: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.” Mr. President, we call on you to reverse course immediately”

Yours sincerely, Global Citizens

sweet honey meets my lips


fighting the urge to believe



re – meeting all the ones that frequent my heart


with each fulfilling lean I turn to create my own yummy team

independent thrust
I am my own logical love at best

addicted to the sun addicted to the sex addicted to the attention

the beats typing a certain amount of words per minute

its all going to change

every little piece so we tend to cling

like a lost sense

my favorite is mine

each magnificent thought is what re aligned

i get so caught up in the motion

so indulged by the mess

i like to get high

to relieve my stress

when the solitude gets a hold of me

all i do is attach

like a flaw

with a flow

in a frustrating world


like heaven

like haven


but more or less just leaving photo footprints and chills up my spine sleeping in till noon and watching everyone else wither by my side addicts all around me broken lovers trapped in their minds, an un organic kind. tragic ending up to a dotted line.  when you cant understand whats up with the mental and whats indulging about leaving paths of pills

spirits uninhibited an aura that has no life

so whats going to save them.  its not going to be me. whats going to happen when everything just ends up exactly where you let it be.

we have all got a passion

lets all call it peace

everyone has their own niche

tight ass pants curved to my hips.  i am guilty of each time I shared my lips.


i am gone

i wont ever settle i will never be owned i am myself before anyone else’s so forget what never was written in stone

a cool hot wind

a valued blend

lets rush for the sweet nothings and pride our selves on what we let go

spread love to the most almighty

only mindful of how i can be without you showing me what i deserve

i am my greatest passion

lets fulfill how increased one moment can create us to