We’re all tired. Overworked and underpaid. Under appreciated, feeling enslaved. Life’s not that bad But why does it feel like, it is?
By De'Viar Woodson3 months ago in Poets
You’re not so young, but you not that old either. Make time to have fun, but get those goals done. Give yourself grace.
By De'Viar Woodson2 years ago in Poets
I wonder is it awkward for you? Or if you feel bad at all, For pulling up, when he calls. Why? Because, you lied to me.
An instinct of man Is to support and provide So what does it mean When men don’t abide? A failure of leadership, Of epic proportions
On my sleepless nights, When something doesn’t feel right, I pass the time, By thinking. Dreaming. Creating. Self-reflecting and reminiscing.
Carter G. Woodson. The founder of Negro History Week. Now I know what you’re thinkin’, But don’t look at me, I don’t know if I’m related to Carter G.
By De'Viar Woodson3 years ago in Poets
I’m sorry you felt like no one ever really had your back, It used to feel like we ran this city, The city that’s always been quick to attack.
TQ. Although I didn’t know you long I’m thankful to have known you at all With your angel-like presence And a smile so contagious,
Reminiscing on summer days And summer nights During a time in my life When everything was going left It felt like you were the only thing, going right
