Poems from JKVilca

I hate the box. Do not confine me to four corners.   The world sees the box as a guildeline but perhaps I am a foreigner.   Religion...
For every baby that lies in the cold. For each infant who was told- they are not loved. For every child that sobbed tears. For every year...
Helping others become a better version of themselves takes education. Helping others to love life takes inspriration. A calling recieved...
If only I could fall just a little bit in love with you. I see it in your eyes, I know you wish it too. How much simpler would life be, if...
Usually a book is read page by page and the words just fly by. We could go back and re-read your whole story. Just set aside some time. But...