conviction; do they? but we do? first sin was committed by who? man. looking where he came from and skin coloration, he’d be one of us. irony right? first sin committed by us and last sin committed by them. we started it, and caused corruption, which is the key role of why it happens still. we were convicted of creating a great sin of simply biting the forbidden fruit, but no conviction comes their way when they bite existence out of us and shredding our lives to pieces by their pearly white teeth. our women. their property. barging into their world and neglecting their minds, and still no conviction. but what will save us from that. love.

depth; gone. she’s so far gone. beautiful darkness she's in, will she be able to maintain sanity, or throw herself into harms way. I want you she says, but did you even know she once had him. but he didn't want her. she chains herself to him and it in hope for salvation. switch places with me. I pray to be praise to take act in infidelity and gain power over you like you did to me. You made me broken, tore me apart and stitched me back together like you did to yourself. taken my identity and giving it away to another. forced your way into my soul and broken what protected me from people like you. and if that’s not bad enough, they do the same thing all over the world. should we come together to destroy this? yes. but what is it called. feminism.

dangerous woman; a whore house. no. a brothel. no. just because we choose to show skin and wear our only true protection around our waist doesn't mean we’re less than what you think. clothes don't make the person. soul is what makes the person. our leader? keeper of what’s locked up. our hearts. for a reason. our keys. for a reason. no one can dissect our souls anymore without that key. and most certainly cannot display our hearts as though it’s for sale at an auction for the wicked beings whom once did. where do they show our hearts at? a flea market or a slave market? shouldn’t it have stopped? am i talking about the right or wrong. racism, is what it’s called.

can you see us now?; our last time together. years spent in one building, fighting to get to the top. they’re better than us. we were told. ironic. we stand in the front. the sight of us just makes them tremble and want to get rid of us. one. by. one. showing our true self, we have succeeded and will forever succeed over them. only if we’re allowed. but submissive is a weakness that we no longer hold. until. we leave and see our loved ones taken. as though they’re the newest toy on the shelves. one. by. one. no longer here, stolen but not persecuted. the results are harmful, but the impact is great. we are in the days of; xxiii.

all in; we are descendants. of the same mother. but of different sperm donors. look down on. we are not siblings society says. ignorance is planted in minds. displaying how we are not one. we fight, like anyone does. put into a box for people to watch us. see how we interact, since we are of different….. sitting in our emotions. symbolizing hope for our relationship. if we step one foot out of this box, we are dead. we need each other. there is no escaping this secluded dream without salvation. without leaving one another. bonded for life. and even death. in her unlocking her world. she gave birth to her. alpha and omega. but. only for her. others alphas and omegas are gone. seeking for their savior. traded for everything but only meaning nothing. yes. human trafficking.

soul stairway; checked into the mind. but only for manipulation. i want nothing from her. she will never forget me. especially since i placed her crown. deep into her head. piercing every nerve there is in her head. her heart. i threw it out the day i picked her up. up with all the other hearts. and the key she had. vanished. she will never see her world again. it may live inside of her. but she will never find a way to open it. without me. you may say…..i’m twisted. but. remember. i only did this so i could walk through her door. through her door. i come to find another person of her. bound. broken. abused. by me, or other men? maybe even women? but all i know is that she is what i’d call aprinting press. finger prints all on her body. whether by consent or not. sex or just…..domestic violence.

shopping baggage; her problem is shopping. but she’s not shopping for clothes, purses, watches, or even shoes. she shops for her. seeking to find things that will cover up her. hiding the pain and sorrow that she goes through everyday. no one knows how she's doing and what she's seen. all they know is that this girl….can truly shop. shopping because , why? is she free from her pain, or just another victim of the world’s……slavery.

iLLuMiNATE; chained. race. by. race. by. race. separated from gender. to. gender. lost in the world, a pure world, right? purity is what he is. he was sent from God, but why? he has the power. the heart. and the key. inside of him. he has been gifted the key to free everyone from slavery. because in this world, everyone is a slave. a slave to the devil. but we only see color. sewn together by God. he once was broken. but now is rebuilt. he now holds the gift, and will sew the reflection of what the earth has brought onto the moon. will it happen right away? no. it takes. time.

why can’t you see me? overlooked for certain things. but looked in the eye when taking the very thing that makes us. bypassing us throughout history. but will take advantage of our women and put a leash on their neck and impregnate their mind with corruption and feed them lies and clean them with blood, their own people’s blood. and sometimes. their own husband’s blood. we’re not close and are invisible for one reason. hatred.

hatred; never ending. round. and. round. overdosed with lies and constantly being swallowed down people’s throats and deteriorating the insides of everyone’s body. our inner purity has been contaminated. swimming in the blood of our own tears. hearts fed to our purity but will not feed off of it, it is dead. like us. we stand in our own hearts. without our own identity. without our own hearts. broken apart and stitched back together. our emotions are caged up and locked away forever, deep within our dark tunnel of hatred. bodies. just what we are. bones is what makes us up. but does that matter in life. no. skin color. more of them. than us. but who is in the center. but hatred is within it all. the root of it all. sin.

sin; broken. actions are what make us who we are. driving ourselves to what we think is right. we may say it’s love. but it is. in this world. we love sin. any sin. but our own sin. deserted. but in a crowd. carved what i want into the ground. but will it show up. only with. repentance.

repentance; cleaned. baptized is the proper word. but who is the one cleaning man today. woman. coming to themselves. coming to realization of the world that they hold in themselves. coming together to save man. color may cause disruption. but actions is what the root of it all. slaving away to love them but do we really know. repentance may have happened but have we been shown the. truth.

work of August 2016

work of August 2016

work of August 2016

work of 2013

handpainted work of 2016

handpainted piece done for Village Christian Academy Mission Trip

vision given by the grace of God; for the people that needed and ones who'd have to the end of their time. 

all work through God and through the vessels he's given us.

GOD BLESS GOD SPEED GOD IN ME

FOR ETERNITY

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