Liberating Colloquy
For years I’ve nurtured a false sense of security in those around me, allowing them to assume my silence as an indication of their superior intelligence. I had conceded to where they believed what I know to be absolutely incorrect. For me, it is unnecessary to engage in a battle of wits. Pissing matches are […]
Read More I own it.Him, I’m trying to make sense of it all. Allowing myself to be in love, with you; the idea. With everything in me, everyday I do what I can, giving what I have. Sometimes all it is, is nothing more than a soft breath. Other times, every fiber of my being. […]
Read More Love NotesIt is none of your business who she sleeps with. Why is it necessary to share intimate details in order to build a friendship or to become good friends? Some people consider this as a way of building trust. Yet when those intimate details are met with indifference and judgment all of that trust goes […]
Read More Brick Walls and Shit.Defying Laws of Blackness I defy the laws of physics I am never black enough and too black simultaneously. In a simple search, Black girls. I witness two extremes. The over the top extraness of glam couture “ here I am different and fabulous”. and the “I am my blackness” natural hair, full figures and […]
Read More BlacknessOn this day one of my heros was born. I use her name in attempt to do her some justice. I hope she feels me. Zora Neale Hurston, it would have been your 124 birthday. Through my writing you live on.
Read More 124 yearsThere was this guy I dated. The sex was good. The conversations were fun. But, something was weird. I always found myself covered in a layer of detachment after sex and while conversations were interesting and entertaining they were usually peppered with hints of indifference. It was like he was trying match wits with someone […]
Read More Get up, Smile and Wipe My Mouth.Sir! You’ve got to come better than that. I am fabulous and lonely. I glow, viridescent with the impending urge to vomit. For a little under 4 years it’s been just me. After my last love, I took those years to become my fabulous self. A lonely experience for those four years. But, life goes […]
Read More Sir! Come better than that.
Zora Lola 