Fall

I was looking for you to be straight forward with it all  I was looking for you to fall in the ways I did  Fall through the cracks of the bed We caressed each other’s bodies  We kissed  We laughed  I was looking for your smile to mean something deeper  I was looking for you … More Fall

Misha’s Room Episode 9: When They See Us

Hey everybody, I hope y’all missed me! Thank you for continuously supporting me and my work! I know I dipped out without warning, but moves were (and are) being made. This episode of Misha’s Room is a little different. I finally watched the Netflix Series When They See Us (directed by Ava Duvernay, one of my creative role … More Misha’s Room Episode 9: When They See Us

My Body

You mean to tell me that some man… gets to tell ME… about MY BODY? _ You mean the body I was born in? The body that I grew up in? The body that I am made of? The body that I feed? The body that I cloth? The body that I take care of? … More My Body

Meet the Multi-talented Curator and Creative Majesticjune (@Majesticjune_)

I met my sis Majesticjune when I was working in radio. When she walked up to me she gave me the warmest hug and at that moment I knew we would be friends. This girl is so dope! Words cant even describe how talented she is and how she works to create quality events for … More Meet the Multi-talented Curator and Creative Majesticjune (@Majesticjune_)

Transition

  Graduating into a new atmosphere of success, we’ve trained our minds to evaluate past the glass ceiling. How do you expect me to accept less than what I’ve worked for? Please! give me a reason to hold on to false hope and promises when I’ve worked tirelessly to enjoy the fruits of labor that … More Transition

Mine

This obsession has to stop, it’s no longer cute or affectionate. The late night calls and random text. Your feelings of entitlement to my body is causing me stress. Your harassment isn’t love, your eyes bring fear to my heart now. Your hands shadow over my mouth every time I try to scream. This body … More Mine

Splinters

Splinters in my hands from opening the door so much. Letting you back in is a mistake I like choosing. It never matters how much my finger tips bleed in agony. Sharp pieces cutting at the palms of my hands as I slam it shut. My tears haven’t dried yet. Footsteps creeping back upstairs to … More Splinters