“And the future eyes are blinded in the richest country on Earth” As I’ve spent more time lately finding my voice through art and words, I find myself looking closer at the world we are leaving for the next generation. Sometimes, the only way to process the "mounting deficit"—both financial and moral—is to put it to the page.

“When corruption moves out of the shadows and into broad daylight, silence isn't an option. 'Pardons for Sale' is a rhythmic deep-dive into the 'pay-to-play' schemes currently tearing at the seams of our justice system. A poem for everyone watching history unfold with a heavy heart and a demand for truth.”

How will we remember you? I promise it won't be as kind You watch the poor starve As you hoard 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.