I own it.

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 […]

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Love Notes

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. […]

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Brick Walls and Shit.

It 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 […]

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Blackness

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 […]

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124 years

On 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. 

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Get up, Smile and Wipe My Mouth.

There 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 […]

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