Poetry

To Jacob and Rachel there was born a son, His name was Joseph, and his father loved him a ton. Joseph was favored above all his brothers, His daddy even made him a coat of many colors. One day the Lord gave Joseph a dream, Oh how this must have ...

My worth is not weighed by the wealth of my family It’s not in the school or church I attend religiously It’s definitely not in my country or culture Nor even in nature versus nurture My worth is not revealed in the color of my skin; It’s not in the ...