I Write For Her

I write for her The sweet ray of sunshine shone through the heavy grey clouds of fear that hovered over me. I write for her My love My life. I write for her so that on day she will know and she will see that I lived, and that I lived through these words. That

With love from me to me

A love letter from myself for myself and to myself Dear Nandi You are everything that you didn’t think you would be when your grow up. Maybe that’s because you didn’t know the truth back then. That life, happens and sometimes things fall apart just to fall in place. I want you to know that

I Don’t Want To Be That

I don’t want to be another girl that was accepted by everyone else because she suppressed who she was to fit in. I don’t want to be just another character in the narrative. A pityful story of how unfair the world is. A conversation that no one is ready to have because its just TOO

Incomplety That Girl

This girl plays it safe, sits on the fence, while everyone gets their hands dirty.This girl can’t take a risk. She is too dream of everything she could be.This girl knows how to fake it.She wears her smile so well, you can’t tell it’s plastic not even the hottest truth can melt it.This girl is

To Be That Girl

Can I be more like her?Can I walk into a room and capture everyone’s attention?Can I fearlessly look at the world and tell it I’m not afraid like she does?Can I speak with my voice and be heard?Just like her,That girl that sits in the back of my mind waiting for her release from this

The Beauty Within

The glare of light cut right through her fears and exposed a self that she did not want the world to know. A vessel that felt incomplete was finally mended. Every crack was filled with truth and a new beauty shones from within. A skin scared with but still beautiful. A soul that had drugged

Little Happy Thoughts

You drive me crazy and I love it. It reminds me so much of what it means to be free. You take me to different worlds around me. Places I wouldn’t see without you. You make me happy. Like Pooh with a bowl of honey. Me llevas a diferentes mundos a mi alrededor. Lugares que

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 is

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 could