I became a mother at the age of 17. With my first son he was the light of my life and I was so consumed in him and nothing in the world mattered. He was the center of my universe so all of the outside noise of the world never really had a chance to … More My Battle with Postpartum
Not many people can tell you the day that their life changed for the better. Me on the other hand, was the day my daughter was born. The moment that I knew she was my child something inside of me changed instantaneously. I no longer felt like a free little bird flying across the open … More My Toxic Baby Mama
Wow, I haven’t wrote a legit paper since college so bare with me! However, I continuously write poetry about love, lust, sex, racial issues, women’s empowerment, etcetera. Today we are going to focus on childhood traumas specifically in the black community. It’s a touchy subject that many black people know all to well in our … More Childhood Trauma “Part I”
Being a mother is very fulfilling. It’s a blessing to be able to carry children and watch them grow because so many women who yearn for children don’t have the opportunity to give life naturally. I did have my children at an immature age. I had my oldest son when I was 17 years old. … More Single Mothers and Teenage Boys
