When I was a young Black girl My mother straightened my hair With chemicals and hot metal tools But still It didn’t do that thing Where you tuck some of it behind your ear And the rest hangs in front Like Mary-Kate and Ashley My hair was straight But it was limp and stiff at... Continue Reading →
It is the times when I have close to nothing that I want to give back the most. My stomach growls and I want to feed my mother in return for nourishing my soul. She birthed a monster who runs ragged trampling across stony pathways as it hungrily scrounges for everlasting comfort. Riches are false... Continue Reading →
She is like a selenite wand. She clears away my fear and sadness, reminding me of what magic I'm truly made of. Feeling her warmth is like drinking a glass of wine fortified. She is vitamins. The type of minerals found in pharmacies And also in rocks Like amethyst and igneous and selenite wands.
What nobody tells you when it comes to love is that your soul is not one piece. Not all parts feel the same. It is a divine machine Good and Whole with cogs that crank out anger and wheels that eke compassion and they can all be running for (and against) the same person. An... Continue Reading →
I think maybe we scan feeds To lower our frequencies. Subconsciously We are fearful Of becoming untethered and floating Up To the layers beyond the atmosphere where We no longer feel a part of this Earth. I logged out To stop fretting over people who care Nor know nothing for me This isolation... Continue Reading →
Sankofa Virgo 