What makes a true American…American?

The need to sit and do nothing

Sit and chill

Netflix and chill

But, why?

Why is it okay to do nothing

When you stand for nothing, you fall for anything

We fall for anything

We let the media feed us lies as we sit on the couch in our comfy houses

We ignore the poor man standing

We ignore the refugees standing

Looking for a place to sit




Like a true American

Who am I?

I am not going to answer this question
But…Technically, I am
Why do you want to know who I am?
I don’t even know who you are
I do not know why I exist and the purpose of true happiness
To be full in the spirit
To not want
Or to only want good things
Who am I?
I am who…

What is love?

You would think this is a love poem
But, I beg to disagree
This is an homage
To be or not to be
It causes one to question their existence and purpose
The apple and the grace
Loving to see the future of kin and a white picket fence
Waiting for that prince/princess to sweep you off of your feet
The danger zone
The safe space
The soft eyes of your lover
And the temptation that made lucifer fall from grace


Also know as the country with the poor people
Never known as the continent with great history
Never seen for its true beauty
Always ripped of its natural resources
Never to be found
Always missing
Hard to love
Great to visit or cleanse your sins with the poor poor African children
That poor poor country

Velicia Day

Who am I?

I am still trying to figure that out. I don’t know what my purpose in life is, I don’t understand the meaning of life, and I am still learning about myself. How can I tell you who I am…if I don’t know the answer to the question myself?