Try, Again.

Sometimes you just gotta own it, no matter how many times it takes.

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For the Mothers

for the time you spent caring, nurturing, supporting for the many compliments and corrections you lent for the love you share in sacrifice for me for the energy you exert way pass your point of exhaustion and for the the affirmations, confirmations, and conversations you’ve given that have established my womanhood today yes, for this,…

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Ode to the Afro

big, kinky, messy locs it’s a shame some people hate to see you decked out in pink bows and sequined headbands you are pampered with lavender, almond, coconut oils   lavished in water dipped in butters from Morocco conditioned with caster cream   your curls elongate to unforgettable length tangled twists hold traditions of ancient…

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A Timely “Rememory” in Maya Angelou’s “My Guilt”

My guilt is “slavery’s chains,” too long the clang of iron falls down the years. This brother’s sold, this sister’s gone, is bitter wax, lining my ears. My guilt made music with the tears. My crime is “heros, dead and gone,” dead Vesey, Turner, Gabriel, dead Malcom, Marcus, Martin King. They fought too hard, they…

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Growth

I’m not going to paint a perfect picture. An album of beautifully crafted still lives haunt my computer screen and my thoughts. The experience, the moment, was the hardest thing I ever had to do (in my young adult life, that is). Four months in a foreign land felt like K.O.s to the old me.…

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With this Gift.

With these words I thee Wed. Harmony Lost in the shadows of my doubt Who would believe in me Anyway? By any means Would I try to wed the cry in my heart with the words that birthed it Words that gave More than an A paper or honorable mention No accolade could demand my…

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National Poetry Month

Hello friends, I just wanted to say THANK YOU for reading my blog! This month (April) I will be posting an original poem every week in honor of National Poetry Month. I already began the trend with “Religious Studies” and I will be continuing up until the last week of April. If you feel open to leaving a comment, liking,…

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Does. My. Blackness. Offend. You.

  On a scale of one to ten, how black am I? Does that make me offend more or less? If I am loud does it make me ghetto? If I like my hair in braids does it make me hood? If I speak with a certain slang and added neck rotation does it automatically…

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