Author, Yoga Teacher, Reiki Master, and Singer

I can at least look out my windows Knowing your bonded somewhere Waiting to waist away My sounds rumble As your voice grumbles with dismay To your death My cab drives by smoothly As yours has an added Jerk in movement Heads slow People bobble The next curse Is in line for you Sun faces shade The lines turn gray On both sides now I hear your cry.

Instead of being angry and upset at what she can't do with a caved in head from abuse, she is taking control and putting out material close to other's personal messages. Press Release

Seth Meyers Late Night 17 year old's can rally, it's fashionable. Student Gun Control Debate                                                         Photo Courtesy Paul Townsend Lyrics Touch me reach me See how I feel I'm still here the others are in heaven are they better 'off'? I sit here with a bullet in my head (I know how this feels cuz I'm the one with the bullet in my head-I know what these kids are feeling.)