when you try’ta run but you gotta confront it & you try’ta hide but it keeps finding you when there’s no way out then through
Made in the beautiful struggle You are here Made of light You are near Black boy. May the world know You and all Your wonders Make magic with Your body Make music with Your hands Change directions with Your feet For You are light And cannot be dimmed. Mother Nature has birthed You for a … More To the Boys and Girls
It was the Summer of 09 when I had a sexual awakening. He was younger, he was sexy, and he was full of energy. I wasn’t aware of how freaky I could be, but with him I was willing to do anything. Whenever I hear Pleasure P, I still get a little horny. I’m not … More Anywhere
Siri, play Bodies by Jazmine Sullivan! Hey loves, welcome back welcome back! Did y’all miss Misha’s Room The Podcast? I truly miss digging deeper into my poems and talking my shit with y’all too. The brilliant collaborators of Queen Media Collective came together to bring y’all some of our very own Heaux Tales! In honor … More Misha’s Room: The Streets Calling
You praise me for my features. You think that my hips and my lips are so beautiful. You rub my skin as if you’re stroking a brush on a canvas. You compliment my mind and my personality because they keep you intrigued. You even applaud me for how I carry myself most days. You adore … More Skin Deep
I still cry sometimes when I think of you.When I wrote the email. When I signed the deal.You’ve never let me settle. Never let me see myself as less than we both knew I was.I still wish to share my wins with you.To see your face light up when I share the good news.Hear you … More Good isnt Good Enough
I did not invite them in.They have transcended space and time, And here they are; who let them in? This house is not a home,But I have nowhere else to roam. They have set up shop!In my living room, bedroom, dining room —I am fed up! This must stop! This house is not a home, But I … More This house is not a home
I am a person I breathe I have feelingsI have a life But to you I’m a dollA play thingSomething you deal with until you get tired of it Why even pick me up in the first place?Why not just leave me in my box with my pretty clothes and accessories?I was doing fine and … More Leave me in this box.
I have been trying to write a poem about love all February and it just was not working. I was not inspired, I couldn’t tap into any old emotions, nothing. Then I started to think about the love I feel when I can sit with people in silence and just enjoy their presence. I thought … More An Ode to Friendship
I just want to express how proud I am of myself. I did that! I took my pain and I finally decided to look at it like really look at itand not hide from it anymore. And boy did this disrupt my entire lifeand what l had set in motion all my proud coping mechanisms that … More I Did It!
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