In the fall of 2017, Tyrone and I decided we wanted to get married to each other. Somewhere between October and December, I told my parents, pastors, and close friends. In January 2018, I told my family. After that, there was no turning back for me. Because I went from never having a boyfriend toContinue reading “CAE to CAF: Transition Complete”
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Black Girl Magic
She rocks her hair Short and curly Or long and straight Really… she can do it all. With her ample lips That complement her wide hips She overcomes every obstacle To create, shape and fill her destiny. She is aware of her call. To birth all of humanity To her family she brings sanity She’sContinue reading “Black Girl Magic”
One Day…
Look at the chest Make sure it’s still moving. Up and down it goes Sometimes the breathing is fast Sometimes it slows You watch with hope, But in the back of your mind is the nagging of the inevitable. One day… It’s gonna stop. This life that once brought you joy Will soon cease toContinue reading “One Day…”
The Dichotomy of Artistry
I started writing because I was going through things that I did not know how to express. Somehow, though, when I put my pen to the paper I was suddenly articulate. Something about writing for an audience made me remember that I wasn’t alone in my suffering. Something about writing for an audience made itContinue reading “The Dichotomy of Artistry”
Waiting For Tomorrow
Tomorrow I might die. Tomorrow might be the best day of my life Tomorrow I might meet my spouse Tomorrow I might decide to look for a house Tomorrow I might watch a movie Tomorrow I might take a class Tomorrow I might read a book Tomorrow I might take out the trash I haveContinue reading “Waiting For Tomorrow”
And She Was Beautiful
I hadn’t seen you in quite some time I didn’t realize how much I missed you until you walked by Something about you looked different, but I couldn’t place my finger But I was trying not to be rude so I didn’t let my eyes linger That’s when she walked over A teeny tiny versionContinue reading “And She Was Beautiful”
It Happened
The beautiful part of remembering the pain of yesterday is that it’s a memory. You made it through. So don’t let yesterday’s trauma make you miss the gifts of the present.