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”

The Art of The Mask

Wear it so well and nobody will know the lies that hide behind your smile.Cover the bruises with some make up, nobody has time to hear your sob story.Tell everyone you’re fine. You will start to believe it, eventually. Now that you have worn your mask, do not take it off. For when they seeContinue reading “The Art of The Mask”

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