It's time for change. It's time to create the life that I envision for myself, for so long I've been dealing with depression and anxiety and I'm tired. Tired of the labeles. I'm tired of the same routine. I'm ready to become the young woman that I am destined to be, I'm ready to fulfill… Continue reading A challenge: Meditating, Yoga, Jogging and Journaling.
She had to let go let God and breathe. She looked inside herself and fell in love with the idea of being by herself. She cried. Solitude. It finally resonated. Translation. She realized she needed herself. She needed to live for herself Love for herself. Breathe for herself: Fight for herself. Be by herself and… Continue reading Waiting to Exhale: Remember to Breathe..
I say damn girl.. look at those soulful and painful eyes of yours. Mysterious. Your sharp bone structure, and high cheek bones. Red undertones. I said look girl. Brown skin that glistens underneath the sun. Breast that sit up, perked to perfection in all its imperfections. Slim figure havin.. Red lipstick wearin.. Nas listenin.. Poem… Continue reading High Cheek Bones, Red Undertones.. Queen.
Everyday since I've come back to college for my junior year, the thought of suicide has crossed my mind. For so long I have been struggling with insecurities, lack of self- love, mental barriers, mental confusion, hopelessness.. yet I'm on a mission. I'm on a mission in finding peace. Feeling that it's all within reach,… Continue reading Peace is within reach: On a mission to change my outlook on life..
Hey Black Girl, Yes. You right there. close your eyes, and take a deep breath. Now you hear me ? I know.. I know it's hard for colored girls like us.. We.. we be them colored girls whom have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf.. I know.. It be hard for colored girls… Continue reading Dear Black Girl Smile..
I close my eyes and imagine.. I imagine you at 16 carrying this unborn being. Breathing.. Beat by beat.. Imagining.. Imagining a petite young teen, looking out at the world knowing that life ain't gone quite be the same no more. I now imagine you at 17.. Rushing to Hurley Hospital to give birth to… Continue reading An ode to my mother..
That girl looks in the mirror closes her eyes and begins to think.. That The soul is the self and the self is the soul.. So who that girl be? Like girl see these broken wings, They were meant to fly But... that Black girl always been so shy Yet that girl can be so… Continue reading Poetry: The Soul is the Self..