The first time you spoke to me, Everything in me shock like an earthquake. I didn’t know what to say except “hello.” I felt my cookies go wild I deserved to hear my heart ring My hello came from a place I never knew  Words could exist because my reality stood still. I remember writing … More My You.

I’m so sick of being a man’s second choice when God promised me that I’m the head and not the tail.  I’m sick of being someone’s secret, some man’s midnight rendezvous, sitting there quite as though I cannot speak. I have to play my role in his play. I’m sick of being someone’s piece instead … More Sick and Tired .

HumpDay Sessions:                           First let me apologize for not writing as much as I normally do I’m tackling two jobs and trying to get myself back in school for this upcoming fall semester. But that’s no excuse for not writing for you all, but … More I Love You, Dad..

Hump Day Sessions: Does My GRAMMAR offend YOU?               She says, “It’s something about the way you speak, I’m not quite sure what it is, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say. Speak to me like you know me, don’t use that accent girl we homegirls. Stop like for real, … More Colored Grammar.

I’m jealous of the wind The way it hits your skin like sun-kissed beauty on a bright summer day. and it slaps you across your face, just to let you know that it’s still there. I’m jealous of the night I wonder who you’re with, and are you thinking of me. You stay on my … More Hump Day Sessions: Jealous.