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In the face of a white man, I’ll always be a black woman. I only get to be myself when I’m by myself. Gender, identity, preferences blur then fall away all together. I don’t have to pretend to be everyone that I’m not. I’m tired of trying on someone else’s persona in order to feel…
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Please pick up the phone. You need to know the truth. My heart aches knowing that I’m lying to the person that I love. But there’s this weight I’ve been carrying for far too long. This feeling of discomfort fills my stomach. The thought of a future where my mistakes no longer haunt me. That’s…
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I was in a creative slump for the last few months of 2021. I was not able to write anything of merit, except for one poem. I cherish that poem the most because I wrote it for the person that I am in love with. I do not say that lightly. I guess my creative…
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To all those who wanted to see me fail, you got your wish. I failed beautifully and triumphantly. My failures pushed me to the depths of cruelty, Touched and desired by men who wanted nothing but to see me bleed. For your enemies root for your downfall.
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*This post was originally written on July 26th, 2021* Happiness has always eluded me. I always felt like I had to be more than who I was. I was never enough. I never felt pretty enough, smart enough, fast enough, talented enough. The opposite was also true. I was too much. I was too loud,…
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Today is the first anniversary of the Capitol riot. It’s also the one year anniversary of when I could have lost the person that means the most to me in this world. My life was completely different a year ago. I had been engaged for almost two months and I was recovering from an emergency…
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Every year, I have the same New Year’s Resolutions – lose weight, post more frequently on my website, learn to cook, etc. I have decided to break with tradition and say goodbye to New Year’s Resolutions. It’s easy to get caught up in the promise of a new year, especially with capitalism selling us the…
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The perfect Sunday does exist. It’s me laying in bed listening to my person type away at the computer. The mouse clicks and keyboard clacks sound determined. It’s the perfect background noise coupled with the fan that hits ever so gently. Is this what peace feels like? I never got to experience a restful Sunday…
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My greatest mistake in the world was not believing in myself. I put far too much trust in a system built to destroy me. Society told me to bury my mistakes but I never realized it was literal. I was the mistake that society deemed unworthy so I did what I was told. My mistakes…
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I guess I should have known that most of you would be unknown. To me, to strangers, but mostly to yourself. I’ve heard the phrase that we contain multitudes several times over the years. But it didn’t make sense until I met you. There are moments when I feel so close to you. So close…
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Trapped In The Margins 