Questions can act as parasites,
Often eating our minds apart.
With every inch
Seem so far from reality.
An unlimited enterprise of capital and control.
Fear of never being.
Fear of never succeeding.
Fear of not being...
Two years rotten in self
Stuck between materials
Caged between ideas
Tortured by thoughts
Confined to a place of enormity
There was no place heaven could hold you
Within this society
Two years rotting within yourself
Death a thousand times
Before your body off...
You point fingers.
You pick up lies and paint streets with them.
You lure little girls into sexism.
You are sexism plastered on bricks, TVs, and magazine insides.
You fail to be more than your horror stories.
You wrap yourself around trauma and stress.
You pretend life should be all about drama...
Open Letter to Dad:
With every inch of my soul I confess:
I am a writer.
I am your daughter, regardless of how much we both run from that simple fact.
I don’t hate you.
I once was
Daddy’s little lady.
Riding horses knee high from the ground,
I was spoiled,
To expect diamonds, birth...
It seems time goes so slow while you are asleep, and it seems like it moves so fast when we both are awake. Pushing me to get sleepy while we flip flop our lives and time responsibilities.
Our duties, angles, likes, dislikes, our personalities, styles, and relationships with others, are all...
Even After King Day I Am Still Dreaming
Things are much clearer when you open you eyes.
As we celebrate the legacy of a man, who invested a life of service and undying commitment to justice and equality for all, we usually also highlight his famous “I Have A Dream” speech. With the...
Everything is NOT a ******* LOL moment!
I am a hypocrite.
I put LOL after everything.
**** that is not even funny.
No sign of laughter appropriate for miles.
Does this mean I don't read or interpret things adequately?
Does this mean I am insensitive to others?
Imagine getting the phone call that everything has changed
Imagine feeling you are reliving whips and chains
Imagine thinking everything in life pays
Imagine miSsing birthdays and your own parties for arraignment
Imagine never touching your newborn twins hands
Imagine loving three sons you...
Open Letter to YOU:
I met you when I was weak. Not fully aware or understanding my full potential.
You took advantage of my willingness and desire to be loved.
You slowly crept inside my fortress, pealed my layers, pretending to be something you were not.
All along while I...