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“You don’t give up when you can’t give up.” I didn’t write that to sound deep. I wrote it because it was the only thing keeping me alive. My survival chant. The only thing keeping me standing when everything around me said “let go.” I couldn’t give up. I didn’t have the luxury to give up. Not because I’m stronger than most— but because I knew what was at stake. If I gave up, the pain wins. The patterns repeat. The cycle continues. And I refuse to pass that down. So I told myself:
This ends with me. The silence. The suffering. The struggle passed down like inheritance. If I gave up, then my future children— and their children— would be handed the very thing I was born into.
Chains I never asked for. Wounds I never caused. But still carried. I chose to carry that weight, not because I wanted to, but because someone had to. The word “give up” became a curse in my vocabulary. An abomination. A forbidden thought. Because it’s easy to say you won’t give up. It’s a whole different battle to actually not give up— to keep showing up when no one claps, no one helps, no one sees. Some are born into healing because someone before them— a parent, a grandparent, maybe a great-grandparent— chose to fight. Chose to heal. Chose to break the cycle. And some of us? We were born into the battle. But even then— we still get to choose. Why not you? Why not now? What if no one before you ever stopped the pattern? What if nobody handed you peace? Then maybe—just maybe— it’s meant to be you. I did it. Not because I had superhuman strength. But because I refused to surrender. Because I made giving up a sin. Because I looked ahead and saw a generation waiting for me to decide. By pain. By fire. By blood. By scars. By God’s grace— I broke the cycle. And now, I live to tell the story.”

“Love. L.O.V.E. Love. It makes you do so many things. Good things. Bad things. And somehow, we still call it love. We justify it all — The healing, the hurting — In the name of love. But what is love to you? Everyone has their own definition. Some say it's passion. Some say it's loyalty. Some say it's forever. To me? Love is sacrifice. It’s giving up selfishness just to see the one you love happy. Whole. At peace. Love is letting go, trusting that the universe will return all you gave away in the name of it. But let me be clear— Love is not pain. Love is not shrinking yourself just to keep someone else comfortable. Love is not losing who you are just to hold on to someone else. Love is not possessive. It doesn't cage. It doesn’t control. Love doesn’t hurt. Love heals. So the next time you fall in love, make sure you love yourself enough to choose healing over hurting. Peace over chaos. Real over convenient. Because the first real love should always be the one you give yourself.”

“Empath Hearts that smell the sorrow Soaks us up, but borrowed It pricks the eyes like onions' stench Instigating us to clenched Captivating eyes with a puzzled glance They know not the fear that it plants All I grasp are shards of glass I hear the sound just like the bats Broken from the world we live in History shuns any emotional whirlwind I know the moment will eventually pass The overbearing altitude The high humidity it casts Still, the spirit pulses its cry I could not ignore it, no, not I Its vibration makes such a clearing Irrational pause, so domineering Tears are a constant side effect Pouring down and making a mess I can’t form the words to comfort thee Society bans any feelings or needs With absolutes and shameful banes With no remedy or comfort gained In truth, I wish I could cure this curse To let go and escape the populace hurt But I can’t let this emotion pass Because I’m an empath”

“A, B, C, D in some TIME By: Aron Micko H.B Alarming bomb during wartime. Arguing voices during nighttime. Asking forgiveness in a short time. Avoiding conflicts until the end of time. Bleeding normal people, not in crime. Balancing one world in just one time. Bombing violently during downtime. Beginning destruction in our mealtime. Calming that there is peacetime. Calling for humility to show time. Calculating the peace over time. Collecting for nothing is a part-time. Dreaming of using gadgets every time. Developing our sadness in daytime. Dropping our problems for longtime. Dying obligations in real lifetime. 3/7/22”

“THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH The fountain of youth is found in the face of innocence. Where laughter is not forced but echoes freely from the heart. Where no tears are shed in vain. Where opportunity is desired without oppression. Where small hands mold big ideas. Drink Forever.”

“God is the world's oldest poet; love is the world's oldest poem.”

“Wizard Hare was quite a sight, With magic powers, he took flight. He soared across the land so wide, With his wand and hat by his side. One day he met seven devils, Who were up to their usual revels. They looked at him with wicked eyes, And said, "We'll make you pay the price." But Wizard Hare was not afraid, He knew his magic could be displayed. He raised his wand and cast a spell, And sent the devils straight to hell. But they were not so easily defeated, And soon they rose up, quite conceited. They laughed and jeered at Wizard Hare, And said, "We'll get you yet, beware!" The devils plotted and schemed all night, And when the dawn broke, they took to flight. They flew to Wizard Hare's castle gate, And there they lay in wait. But Wizard Hare was not so daunted, He had a plan, his magic flaunted. He called upon the spirits of the air, And sent them forth to do his share. The spirits blew a mighty gust, And the devils were thrown into the dust. Wizard Hare then struck his wand, And sent the devils to beyond. The devils were never seen again, And Wizard Hare remained a friend. To all who knew him far and wide, With his magic wand and hat by his side.”

“Tribute: Nelson Mandela Tonight, I salute not the sun. Tonight, I salute not the stars. Tonight, I laud a hero. Tonight, I extol a legend. Tonight, I hail Nelson Mandela. "He came from the sky," some say. "He came from the stars," others claim. "He came from Heaven," many declare. "He came from God," all affirm. Madiba, you are my teacher. Madiba, you are my elder. You are my father. You are my hero. I won't break even if they imprison me. I won't shake even if they threaten me. I won't weep even if they kill me. I won't yield even if they assassinate me. You are our symbol of courage. You are our emblem of hope. You are our model of faith You are our paragon of love. You are our champion. You are our hero. You are our legend. We fight for you. We suffer for you. We are even prepared to die for you. You opened our eyes. You opened our ears. You opened our minds. You opened our hearts. How sharp your mind was. How strong your heart was. How pure your soul was. You were a fox, you were a lion, but you were also a dove. Long live Madiba, Africa remembers you! Long live Madiba, Africa honors you! Long live Madiba, Africa celebrates you! Long live Madiba, the world loves you!!!”

“The Beautiful Ones I hear their voice: They call out to me. I heed their cries: They cry out to me. I harken to their plight: They look out for me everyday. I hear their suffering. The Beautiful Ones. The Lovely Ones. The Blessed Ones. My mind is one with them. My heart is one with them. My soul is one with them. The Good Lord loves them. The Good Lord adores them. The Good Lord honors them. The Good Lord protects them. The Good Lord will compensate them. He heard their cries. He witnessed their suffering. He answered their prayers. “Now they will wipe away their tears, now they will laugh, now they will rejoice. I am their portion,” says the Lord of Hosts. He declares, “You will receive double for your trouble.” He proclaims, “You will receive triple for your misery.” He affirms, “You will be fully compensated for all your pains.” Beautiful Ones, oh Beautiful Ones, how you are cherished. Beautiful Ones, oh Beautiful Ones, how you are treasured. Beautiful Ones, oh Beautiful Ones, how you are loved! More valuable are you to Yahweh than seven worlds: You are His sons, He declares it in the heavens. More prized are you to Elohim than seven skies: You are His daughters, He proclaims it in the heavens. More favoured are you to Adonai than seven suns: You are His children, He affirms it in the heavens. You are His now: Rejoice, oh Beautiful Ones, you are cherished. You are His tomorrow: Rejoice, oh Beautiful Ones, you are treasured. You are His forever. Rejoice, oh Beautiful Ones, you are loved!”

“I am stubborn—always have been, always will be. I’m so stubborn that when I lost both my jobs in a single day, I laughed—
because, for the first time, I felt in control. I saw a blank canvas, a chance to paint the town green (money),
and I swore I’d never let another soul hold that kind of power over me again. I’m so stubborn that while others feel disappointment, I feel destiny. Where they see setbacks, I see stepping stones. Where they hesitate, I run headfirst—because greatness doesn’t wait. I’m crazily stubborn, turning every challenge into opportunity,
birthing businesses from struggle, wearing my hardships like medals. Each failure has been a lesson, each scar a roadmap,
and now, I don’t just survive—I build. I’m so stubborn that failure no longer frightens me,
it fuels me. I’ve mastered its rhythm, learned its secrets,
and now, it barely dares to cross my path. I am proudly, unapologetically stubborn. Because this stubbornness has won me my freedom,
my financial independence, my power. And now, I use it to lift those who are ready—
ready to be just as stubborn as I am.”

“His tongue was one of his greatest qualities. He knew exactly how to use it with me. Encouraging, kind, and loving words flowed freely and frequently from his lips. Always inspiring me to upgrade my thinking. His tongue spoke life into me… Awakening gifts in me that I didn’t know existed. He used his tongue wisely. Truth be told, he’s part of the reason why I am me. Exquisite, Powerful, Fearless, and Unapologetic. I’ll be forever grateful for his genuine love.”

“Prince of the Ghetto: They hate me because I'm poor. They despise me because I'm common. They reject me because I fight for the ghetto. Let me tell you about the slums. Let me tell you about the shanties. Let me tell you about the ghetto. Roaches do not bother us. Violence does not frighten us. Reality does not intimidate us. At birth, our portion is pain. At birth, our portion is sorrow. At birth, our portion is death. We see what others do not. We hear what others do not. We feel what others do not. We experience what others do not. We laugh but there is pain in our laughter. We sing but there is distress in our songs. We dance but there is agony in our steps. The world was built on our backs. The world was built on our tears. It was built on our misery. It was built on our blood! We are sons. We are daughters. We are mothers. We are fathers. We are the poor. We are the wretched. We are your problem. We are the ghetto.”