I’ve never felt comfortable on my knees Praying for insight or reprieve Hoping that heaven is listening or that the devil hasn’t seen. I’d rather stand at the intersection of my pain and release, the place where my fears and truths meet. I couldn’t pray for clarity or peace My words abandoned behind gritted teeth … Continue reading Where I Pray
I wanna fall asleep with my face nestled into the back of your neck Like the space between your shoulder and head was carved out for me I wanna wake up next to you and say “good morning” to every inch of your body Like I’m paying homage to the melanin passed down from your … Continue reading Safe Space
The Lonely Hour
I know it’ll pass but the lonely is strong when I don’t want to cry into my pillow, filling it with my hurt because I want to be held. When I want to cry into a chest more resilient than mine in the moment. To be pulled in tighter than I can hug myself. The … Continue reading The Lonely Hour
I’ve been struggling lately. This is what has come from that struggle so far. I’m a work in progress. Healing takes time. 💜
I love him.
...I'd rather die with my ancestors in the ocean because they knew death was better than bondage...
We know your thinking holds consequences and it tries to bury our truths but our truths are seeds and will always bear fruit.
The Case For Reparations: My Thoughts
Blacks are still looked at as profits in some cases and not people.