What is in a word?

My mother always told me that words don’t mean shit But I’m a writer so doesn’t that change a bit? I make people feel I make your senses run wild and free like…what white privilege must be… Like I take you back to emotions you forgot you had And to memories you didn’t even haveContinueContinue reading “What is in a word?”

Get To Me

  When your day has been rougher than our slave ancestors hands and feet When you can’t think of a single positive thing When the world has you beat Just get to me   Make your way to me so that I can wrap my arms around your frame Simultaneously absorbing all of your painContinueContinue reading “Get To Me”

Good Love

We dream of it. We imagine what it would be like. We fight with every fiber of our being to construct it with the wrong people, leaving us scarred and bitter…damaged. I suppose I’ll begin by elaborating on the effects of desiring good love. At times, we give good love and expect it in return.ContinueContinue reading “Good Love”

Of Acceptance and Joy

Since I can remember, I’ve always felt this substantial pressure. A pressure to be perfect. To be this spectacle. To make everyone happy. So, that’s exactly what I did. I lived my life for the appeasement of the people of which I surrounded myself. My happiness… My wants and needs being met? None of theseContinueContinue reading “Of Acceptance and Joy”