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The anger in me …

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The anger in me cannot write poems It sits and watches as my words struggle to break free it spits in the face of those who claim there is only one race While the sun is stained with innocent blood. It sits and watches as the words shatter into countless stanzas trying to find their place on my tongue, but I cannot form them into coherent thoughts, the anger sits in the corner of my heart, waiting for calm. The earth is burdened with the blood of the innocent as summer days are tainted with the souls of those who … Continue reading The anger in me …

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“I feel ugly”

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As a black woman, I have had many conversations with white women who seek to empathize with my experiences of racism by drawing parallels to their own struggles with beauty standards. One of the most common statements I hear is, “I feel ugly too.” While I understand that everyone has their own insecurities and struggles, this statement falls short in truly understanding the depth of what it means to be black in a racist society. When a white woman tells me she “feels ugly too,” she is attempting to equate her experiences of beauty standards with the systemic racism and … Continue reading “I feel ugly”

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Be the One Who Stays: Embracing Love and Integrity

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In a world where fleeting connections and temporary pleasures often take precedence, there’s a profound beauty in being the one who stays. It’s about being the person who doesn’t feel the need to deceive, play games, or shy away from love. It’s about embracing honesty, kindness, and the enduring power of love. Choosing to be the one who stays means standing firm in your values and commitments. It means being the kind of person who doesn’t just talk the talk but walks the walk. It’s about recognizing the significance of love and not allowing fear to dictate your actions. Instead, … Continue reading Be the One Who Stays: Embracing Love and Integrity

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The other day …

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The other day, I took a deep breath and decided it was time to declutter my soul. I gathered up all the fears and stories that had been weighing me down, the guilt and memories that had been holding me back. I spread them out on the old floor of my house, examining each one before deciding their fate. I peeled off the layers of hypocrisies and envy, anger, and selfishness, letting them fall away like old paint chipping off a wall. I found the cracks and corners of my rusty heart where they had been hiding, and I released … Continue reading The other day …

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From far away …

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In the grand theater of life, there are those who deserve a front-row seat, basking in the glow of your love and light. Yet, there are others who, like distant stars, shine best from afar. It’s a delicate dance, this balancing act of affection and distance, of closeness and separation. Each relationship, a delicate thread woven into the tapestry of our existence, holds its own weight. Some lift us higher, like gentle zephyrs beneath our wings, guiding us towards the sunlit peaks of our aspirations. Others, like heavy burdens, pull us down into the abyss of doubt and despair. In … Continue reading From far away …

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Closed doors, keys that do not open the closed doors

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In the quiet moments, when the weight of closed doors bears down, and keys fail to turn the stubborn locks, leaving us in the shadows, we find ourselves lost in the labyrinth of our own making, yearning to unravel the secrets that lie beyond. The will, a persistent thread, weaves its nest in the verdant branches, nurturing dreams, patiently hatching eggs that seem reluctant to crack, while we wait for the butterflies to emerge, shedding their cocoons, Transforming into creatures of freedom, dancing in the sunlight. Yet, amidst the anticipation, the ‘Not’ emerges repeatedly, as if our lives were restless … Continue reading Closed doors, keys that do not open the closed doors

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I do believe in this …

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I was born into the shackles of poverty, a life of struggle and hardship from the very start. But I refuse to be defined by my circumstances, for I hold no shame in being poor. For I am a seeker of knowledge, a believer in the power of learning and education. I strive to enrich my mind and soul, to rise above the limitations of my upbringing. I may not have material wealth, but I am rich in aspiration and determination. I hold onto the hope that one day my hard work and dedication will bear fruit, that my reward … Continue reading I do believe in this …

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The day of my rebirth

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In the quiet echo of a year gone by, I found myself at the edge of existence, lost in the depths of my own demise. It was a death unannounced, a departure without fanfare or farewell, a silence born of shame and the weight of unforgiven yesterdays. I drowned in the abyss of my own creation, fragmented by the weight of my own truths and the collapse of my lies. Desperate and devoid of hope, I surrendered to the void, carving myself into pieces with the sharp edges of my own mistakes. I died with a whisper, a pauper’s silence, … Continue reading The day of my rebirth

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Why do some white people want to destroy indigenous so much?

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The desire to destroy indigenous peoples is rooted in a long history of colonialism, racism, and the pursuit of power and resources. It is a deeply ingrained and systemic issue that cannot be boiled down to simple explanations. It is not just about living in peace with nature, being outside the capitalist system, or the freedom of their naked bodies. It is about the systematic dehumanization and marginalization of indigenous peoples in order to justify the theft of their lands and resources. The idea that indigenous peoples are somehow a threat to “civilized” society is a dangerous and false narrative … Continue reading Why do some white people want to destroy indigenous so much?

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If we are part of humanity, we can’t make a habit of looking away

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In the tapestry of humanity, we are but a single thread, woven into the fabric of existence. And as part of this intricate design, we cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering of our fellow beings. For if we do, we will allow our conscience to wither and fade, like a wilting flower deprived of sunlight and water. And in this slow decay, we will lose touch with our own humanity, becoming mere shells of our former selves. To look away from the pain and anguish of others is to deny the very essence of our interconnectedness, to sever … Continue reading If we are part of humanity, we can’t make a habit of looking away