How will we remember you? I promise it won't be as kind You watched the poor starve As you hoarded your last dime From the poem "The Hoarder's Legacy"

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading. I believe that poetry is one of the few ways we can truly process the shifts in our world. I wrote this piece to capture the tension of our current moment—the transition from the struggles of our past to the hope of a brand-new page. If these words resonated with you, I invite you to subscribe to this stream as I continue to explore the heartbeat of our country.