Monroe Dispatch - No Struggle, No Progress

My mammy, is never happy, until the first of the month My pappy’s, head is nappy, and he always gets drunk My brother, stays in trouble, with the local P.D. My sister, how I miss her, because she lives in the street My doctor, couldn’t stop her, whe...

(The Confession Poem) As we embrace the hope that a new day brings and anticipate the blessings that we have prayed and prepared for, we must be mindful of those things that may hinder us from receiving what we are expecting to happen in our lives....