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So he just left,like 15 mins ago.He has work blah blah blah… He comes in,uses thebathroom.Then walks to my room. From his coatto my lips.We get lifted.I needed not tofeel. He consumes me.Stop. Stop,stop. Kissing my neckwith a fist full of hair.My titties in the air. Two handfulsof me.On his lap, giantlegs wide open. The… Continue reading Talk That Talk
Find work that you love so much it becomes your life. Among the two full time jobs and the three part time gigs make it a point to seek out creativity within your inner passion while you keep hustling. Two out of seven recommended smoking a satisfying amount of cannabis to cope with extensive work… Continue reading Blurring Lines
The sound of the screaming 30 feet away, will always be a vivid vocal memory. Chills that stopped me in my tracks as soon as I approached the trauma. My heart sank and my body froze. I could not move. I was stuck from any sudden movement. All the hair on my body was standing… Continue reading Unit 8 At 2:58pm
The ancient African philosophy Ubuntu is the belief in infant abundance-unity within the community. Living life with no currency, boarding or trading due to it being manipulated through exploitation. “Because I am we are.” Imagine having everything you need exactly when you need it, eliminating the need to “save for a rainy day” or hoard… Continue reading Lucid Reality
His love is unconditional. His love is deep. His love is red. Your love is younger for older. The darker the berry the sweeter the juice. The prettier the woman the easier to misuse . You are the buckle that holds my body into safety. Flexible with my movement but could snap my neck in… Continue reading His Love
Using phrases like “that’s not in my reality”Saying I love you to myself over 5X each day Waking up excited about my dayApologizing less for just being me Treating myself to more kindnessAccepting more complements with out giving one immediately back Taking time to smile at myselfTaking more selfiesReally putting myself out there and sharing… Continue reading Journey Check In
I am black and that can never be b l a c k e d o u t. I know my skin and my voice is to be hated among many. But my lips and the way I move my hips as I dance to the Africa sun in my soul is to be bought… Continue reading Blacked Out
This one time in 2020… I had to tell my son about his chocolate skin in America… How his skin is so dark he might be mistaken for a monkey or a hoodlum. How his big natural curly afro can be offensive to some people with no melanin in their skin. How to keep his… Continue reading Little Brown Boy
Seeing the world for the first time in 1993. Being the last of 4 children. Being raised by a older mother. Growing up singled out and abandoned by my father. Being 20 years apart from the first born. Being raised by a single mother who had breast cancer, lupus, and a small hole in her… Continue reading Discovering Akilah
