The Climb

When we look back at how we got the calluses on our hands and the sores on our feet, we’ll remember the mountains we climbed and how we conquered defeat. We were tired and damn near dying but we were …

Poem: NAKED

Written by Yasmine Rachidi.   If this mirror could talk she’d show me who I am Cause she knows me better And I hate her the most Yet, she’s not worthy   I can’t stand her I don’t wanna…