Your Presence

Your presence is like the wind. Always there, even when you can’t see it. It’s a part of my day, from the moment I see your name on my phone, to the moment that I think about you. Your presence is something that I hope to encounter someday soon. To only be held by you.…

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The Big Chop: Falling Back in Love With My Afro

Okay, okay I raise my hand up 🙋🏿‍♀️, I’m a product junkie- especially for Afro hair products. I can’t help it, I am always on the hunt or look out for that “magic product” my hair just can’t do without and if I’m super lucky one that works on both mine and Neveah’s hair. See?…

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Easier

Distance, space and time away allows us to do one of two things, Realize how much more you miss someone or how little you needed them, I just didn’t think you would have made it so much easier, Feelings floating, memories surfacing and all the while your name on my tongue feels foreign, How smoothly…

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Book Review: Washington Black

Despite my love of having debates and conversations regarding race and diversity, you may be surprised to know that I actually don’t enjoy reading books on slavery and the like. The genre really affects me in ways I can’t shake, I can’t read it as a work of fiction, I actually feel a deep connection…

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Suffocate

I try not to think about the depth of what we had, Not to look at old photos and be instantly taken back to that time, the emotions and the love, I try not to think because it becomes suffocating, The length of time you and love were synonymous, I try not to think about…

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Motherhood: Letting Go

They don’t tell you that all in all, motherhood a series of letting gos. You carry another human being within you, do everything within your power to keep them inside, warm, safe and impenetrable. Little do you know that it is all out of your hands. Soon enough you’re being told they are to be…

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Opening

Opening up to the possibility that there is good in me, Maybe it wasn’t all my fault, Opening up to the possibility that I am worthy of happiness, Maybe I don’t set the bar too high, Opening up to the feelings which flood me, Maybe I am not overdramatic Opening up to the fact that…

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Navigating My Triggers

I am a runner. Nope, not the running shoes, heavy breathing and sweaty running runner. The I-no-longer-feel-happy-safe-settled-or-off running from relationships like a track and field athlete. Being home quarantined allows you time to do a lot of thinking. Some of that thinking may not be so good, but ultimately it allows you to take stock…

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Teenage Love

It’s hard to take a step back, when you’re seeing yourself through everyone’s eyes. The everlasting couple, never separating one without the other, The odd standard of longevity when in fact things weren’t what they seemed, They ooh and ahh over your love story, yet you can’t quite seem to understand what the rom com…

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