What is blooming in my Life?

As I sit down to write this, so many things run through my head. But the simplest and yet deepest answer is me.
I am blooming. My true self is finally peeking through. Before trauma, I was me. Me before the abuse. Me before I realized I wasn’t loved by the people I loved. I before the hurt. Me before the pain. Me b…read more

Eye see you
Do you see me?
Soul to soul
Yet oceans away.

Is it weird
To not only ask
For one more night—
But for you to stay?

They say love lasts for a lifetime,
But every minute apart
Feels like you’re eons away.

Eye see you.
Eye see the star you are.
I see the parts of your soul
You try to hide.

Could it be
That you are my soul tribe?
Or may…read more

No justice no peace
That’s what they are screaming
in the streets
No justice no peace
The streets run red
While they back the blue
They don’t bat an eye
Because a wall matters
more than life
No justice no peace
That’s what the mothers
are crying in the streets
The streets flood
With innocent blood
Hard to say their
Names when
You’re still at the…read more

Dear Pretty Dee,

I want to give you your flowers.

It’s so amazing how you were once so unaware but still walking in your power. You thought you were never worthy of anything good because of your past. You thought you had ran out of time, until you learned that you have the power to turn the hour glass.

I see you shedding new skin and you b…read more

You might shake
Your head at me
in Disapproval
And say
I have no class
Poke fun at me
And laugh
You might call me
Slut
You might call me Whore
Because I can
Move these hips
So melodically
On this dance floor
Your brain can’t help
But fantasize
About me doing more

It’s a Hot girl Summer
Imma shake my dreads
To this Sexyy Red
Drop it…read more

How many times have I
Done this wicked communion?
I present my body and blood
Not for nourishment
But to be devoured until I am no more
He who eats and drinks of this
Cup unworthily drinks damnation
Unto himself

Unholy communion
Attached to eternal bliss
Forgotten pledge to the cross
As we kiss

We wrestled all night until
The sun…read more

and SCREAM my lungs out just to remind myself I still got a voice.
No matter how quiet I am.
I still have a voice.
I can speak because it’s my choice.
Tbh Really I’m loud.
I might not say
What’s on my mind but you gone feel it
All my life I’ve been told I talk too much
Shut up or hush
Countless report cards sent home
Countless notes
Could…read more

To my Unsealed Tribe,

Everyday is a favorite day for me
I opened my eyes this morning and I could see
I could move my legs and stand on my feet
Wiggle my toes
And touch my nose
Use my mind to write this prose

Running water, working lights
Food in my fridge
Roof over my head
Despite my many obstacles
I am not dead.

I can put a smile on…read more

To be honest, right now in this very moment I am in a space or season of uncomfortableness in my life. All my life I’ve worn different masks to fit in and be accepted that I’ve lost sight of who I am and who I could be with growth. I hate to admit it because I was comfortable in places where I guess normal people would be uncomfortable. I used to…read more