food used to taste like a dry desert before the rain, until i allowed myself to drink from clean waters. oxygen didn’t exist until the winds were followed up with her kiss. i’ve always wanted & i have had to learn to be content with what was given, so much to the point that iContinue reading the desert.
ooooo they said you back and you nasty with it. i keep tellin ’em, ya gotta keep it pushin like that good blue with that good dream. damn we lifted. faded out of disbelief they wanna make a dreamer out of me, but i can’t take it. ain’t no way i can stomach the overallContinue reading Micro
I’m wild with it, Tried to compartmentalize The way my lips curve When you catch me gazin. Hella wicked the way I tried to compartmentalize, The way your natural perfume causes everything else to cease from existence. Tried to act like it don’t matter. That I could survive The pain beginning to erupt From denyingContinue reading Sage
she’s a homey kind of poet, where time slows down, mornings become infinite, and most times, we bless our tongue with a little black and strong, cafe of course. wild thing | to be continued… Photo Credit IG@ayana.koduah
i watched her cry. i watched familiar lips tremble with fear as though they might over hear, every insecurity inflicted, birthed by her unspoken truth. it hit me then. she was afraid. just as much as i was. so i let go. even at 52 we’re still just children learning, hurting, and hopefully healing.
Sometimes I just want to say screw it, we can just start over and over and over, right? Then I realize, starting over + consistency + authentic commitment to practice = growth. So I boil that water, sit back with some tea, and get ready to get uncomfortably real.