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

TOMORROW

tomorrow is a promise made today

Love’s Last Dance

I don’t know how much time you and I have left together and in all honesty, I do not want to.Because the truth is, we might not make it of here alive and so if we don’t, if this last time you and I get to be together, please take my hand and don’t let

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

A story of love

They were words not spoken. They were thoughts unimagined. To hide them was inevitable, for you could see them written on his face, you could hear them in his voice. They were smiles faked.Memories disgraced. One could only hope for the best. They were fears ready to be felt. scars of his heart mapped out

Show me a sign

I bowed to my knees and kept my eyes up to heaven, waiting to hear you speak to me. Down in an old town church hearing nothing but my tears hit the ground. While my head leaned against the pews, I felt a surge of stillness and then I felt it slice through my soul