I’M FINE, THANKS FOR ASKING

I’m fine…I say it smile so that it sounds more convincing.“I’m fine! “I’ll probably chuckle just to make sure you don’t see the tears hiding this plastic smile that I have worn for so long. I have forgotten what my smile looks like.But I’m fine…You don’t need to ask me twice.I made it clear theContinue reading “I’M FINE, THANKS FOR ASKING”

Black Girl Magic

The way I puff my afro.The way I pout my lips and smile.It’s in the way I walkThe way I talkHow loud I laugh and how silently I cryIt’s who I am. What you don’t see.It’s my energyMy spiritMy light shining from the inside – out.

Some Days

Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I smile. Most times I’m hurt, broken and bruised. Other times I laugh, out loud in amusement of the lies I make myself believe. Some days are grey. Most days are true. This feeling ain’t new. But I pick up my pieces and try this again because sometimes one step isContinue reading “Some Days”

Bleeding Words

I’ve written them not because I couldn’t say them, But because I was afraid to say it all. I wrote them because I was afraid no one would believe the words coming out of my mouth. I wrote the sorrows of my heart in black and white. I wore a plastic smile that I couldContinue reading “Bleeding Words”

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