Posted in poetry

San Francisco, California

we are not united
until all live in unity.

We are not peaceful
until all are at peace.

We are not safe
until all are saved.

We are not free
until all are free.


Posted in poetry

Types of.. pt. 2

Physical abuse
a young child
her father an alcoholic
left her more secure

kindergartener forgotten at school
3 hours later she started walking home
left her unimaginable courage

Verbal abuse
at the age of 7
whore and slut were her new middle names
she knew better
she grew wiser

Sexual abuse
she was in middle school
had the strength to say no
she knew she was worth more

psychological abuse
High school came around
stomach empty, head full
she learned vanity

Everything that I’ve gone through
I regret nothing
everything that I’ve seen, I knew
changed my life for the better
who I am today

Toodaloo JW

Posted in Beauty 💋, poetry

Birthday wishes (CHEERS)

Cheers to being 21
and the freedom that comes with it
cheers to the friends I’ve made
the things i’ve done
things i’ve tried
memories made
cheers to the tears i’ve cried
the laughter
the anxiety
cheers to being young and stupid
cheers to all of my hard work
all of those learning moments
cheers to college
soon it will all be over
cheers to being young
Every second
closer to death
cheers to…..

toodaloo jw

Posted in poetry

Abuse (venom)

Like the Venom of a snake
Toxic, unforgiving
The pain
Overpowering you slowly
Rage turns into bruises
Ignorance into scars
Living, a child,
Father behind bars
Father only during the day
At night, a monster
Our father astray
Asking why, how and for what over and over
Curious about how childhood could be
With a father sober
Looking back at all the scars
The bruises, the pain
The snake and his venom
Harmless until injected
Forming a tolerance
Stronger with every encounter
I thank my father for the venom
Not fearing the poison
The reason i’m alive
Knowing that with every mark
I would survive
Toodaloo JW

Posted in lifestyle, poetry


my room smells like cat
there is dirty underwear scattered on my floor
bedsheets i haven’t washed in days
dirty clothes piled by the door

I come home to sleep
thats all i do here
I study at a cafe
its the same every year

promise myself that things will change
I will keep my room clean
who am i kidding

Toodaloo jw