Sometimes it feels like Like I’m drowning in my own fears Fears of letting you down Fears of not being enough Fears of change And every time I come up for air They pull me back down Under the surface Where I scream but you can’t hear me And they are empty Hallow I don’t… Continue reading Empty Fears
This one is for my sisters My black women Who stand strong And never give in Remember that you are one of a kind And that our type of beauty is divine No need to dissolve those curls The curls link us to one another No need to be like the other girls We are… Continue reading FOR MY SISTAS
Soon to be the last day of the month The month we are allowed to remember The month we are to embrace all that we are The month this country tries to heal our scars But my brothers and sisters You shall not forget who you will always be Stand this proud always -- February… Continue reading FEBRUARY 27
You know it's real 'cause it's perfect and it wasn't planned We had no idea how God was dealing his hand We vibe and relate on so many levels From the color of our skin to the way our hair grows You are my lover but black says you're my brother No love can replace… Continue reading BLACK—L💙VE
We came: - From whips and skin-splitting lacerations And ships and being taken from our nations. - From hard times and a life of doom; Being placed in our own restrooms. We were segregated, separated, and hated. Our beauty is understated. - From our children being torn from the arms of their mothers; And running… Continue reading B—BLACK
Have you ever been in love? It's like seeing the sunset If you haven't been in love You have not lived yet Since I've known true love Nothing else can compare It comes from above - never elsewhere I am soaring like a dove, It started the moment we met Since I've loved It's like… Continue reading Have You Ever Been in Love?
Beautiful tears come from happy cries I’ve learned cries can come from light I remember how it was A time before I counted butterflies And before my soul took flight Something kept me concealed Wishing for a moment I could break free At last the truth revealed There was something special in me I became… Continue reading Counting Butterflies 🦋
I am not pure bliss My calm often comes with the storm I am like the sun and the ocean’s abyss My own temperature - too cold too warm And I'm not so sweet I'm spicy -- with a boom Embrace me as the beauty and beast Wherever I'm planted I fully bloom And when… Continue reading Nothing But This
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