I'm riding shot-gun in the sleek, red Ferrari. The top is down, and even at high speeds, the air brushing through my hair is warm. The man behind the wheel is curiously, not smiling. The driver, my friend, is an... Continue Reading →
There’s a divide amongst us And it just feels wrong The separation of people Does not make us strong. We live in this world All wanting to be equal. This journey we’re on Is for every one of... Continue Reading →
Bekka Brooks 