I've never seen raw gold, They say it's ugly – like my words. Unpolished, brutal truth That cuts deep and clean. My writing is a blade Forged in mid...Read more

We study faces before speaking, Each word weighed like gold dust— While empty chatter fills rooms Like static on dead channels. Truth cowers in corn...Read more

Auctioneer's gavel splits the silence. “One million.” Silk suits rustle. Diamond rings catch light. “Two.” “Four.” “Eighty million.” Pearls clutch. ...Read more