Confusion and diligence coexisted inside
of me during a time when everyone called
growing pains “just a phase”.

No one batted an eye or took a second look
into what I tried to convey.

It seemed as if all of the words I tried to say
were muffled to ears attached to a body that
was responsible for protecting mine.

But I guess the chaos got so…read more

Something straight from Song of Songs is what I feel for you.

For me.

Staring at my reflection, bare and soft and brown and fluid from each angle, I begin to understand where God was going when He created me.

Safe inside my mother’s womb – the closes place to divinity, everything about me formed: fearfully and wonderfully.

Hair that c…read more

It is a shame that we shame a woman who feels what she feels between her legs when a man aware of his power is there because she was never afforded that comfort, first, in her father’s arms: so now she feels safe in a devil’s charm.

A man willing to wear vulnerability on his sleeve and shed pent up tears of fury from years of violence and sil…read more

Hey you,

I know.

You are seen.
I see you.

Your bloom is just around the corner so don’t lose your footing now. The load is much lighter here, after learning to get comfortable with being uncomfortable. Elevation is right there. I see you spending days cuddled up in bed with God’s Word because you think the entire world doesn’t understand depth…read more

I knew I was strong when I could drown the sound of violence with books and imagery, academics and poetry; reach beyond the ceiling that echoed misery and graduate Summa Cum Laude.

Strength was me seeing two lines and dissociating immediately to give a life that never even got to lock eyes with me the chance to escape the futile ride that surely…read more