strength a burden black women have worn since they were stolen, trafficked, and sold as enslaved laborers.
Tag: Writing
pain in my ass, stone in my heart, love of my life…daddy
Grief has a way of swallowing you up at the most inconvenient times. I choose to write until I can breath again.
aretha, verb.
…you brought that everythingness…
john 1:1
… she who gave me the words that crafted this story…
how do you bury god?
She created me. You see.
She created me. Writing me on paper between cardboard covers. She made me real.
extraordinary measures on ordinary days
most women are superheroes. that’s not an overestimation. in fact when it comes to their children, to their families, most women take extraordinary measures on ordinary days.
promenade in silhouette
what would i do without these shadows to guide me, walk with me, talk with me, hold me in place? i have no idea but imagine it would be a space without grace.
words, sometimes they dance
every verse
a new creation
molded first
in mind
for my daddy who got me here
he never wanted to be
a hero. he told me i’m
more luke cage than you know
unbreakable but broken
all the same.
In This Here AFTER
Today I stood in the full body mirror attached to my closet. I stared at my belly and my hips for full minutes in disbelief before huffing out a joke at my own expense to no one, Girl. You need to get it together. You looking like one of them ‘Before‘ pictures on Instagram! I…
fearfree living 