Blog Posts Poetry


Yesterday I felt weak,

My days were feeling like weeks,

My heart was cold and so were my feet,

I drug through the day until the moon reached it’s peak,

Yesterday, I felt weak.

Last week I felt small,

I felt like I was a fly on the wall,

Like a child learning to crawl,

Last week I felt small.

Last month I felt sad,

I was frustrated with myself and to others seemed mad,

Had me walking around feeling bad,

Last month, I was just sad.

But today, I feel okay,

I was outside and got to stand in the sun today,

So much peace I had nothing to say,

Today, I was okay.

Hopefully tomorrow feels even better.

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Winter Blues

It’s getting cold outside,

I want to sit under my blanket wrapped up in my bed.

The wind is blowing cool air through the cracks in the windows,

Soft sounds are creeping in through the space under the door.

The days are shorter,

The nights are longer,

Darkness creeps in far sooner than what I’ve become accustom to.

My house is warm and so is my bed and all the blankets on my sofa,

But my body often remains cold,

Chilled with the thoughts and emotions that are just as seasonal as the newest job openings.

My cocoa warms my nose,

My soup warms my tummy,

But I am unable to warm my heart on my own on some of these cold days.

I find warmth in my prayers,

I find warmth in my books,

I find warmth in the hugs of my lover,

I find warmth in the steps of my favorite dance as I lose myself in the sounds of these-

Winter blues.

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Growing Leaves

I watched little Nina from a bit bigger than just a seed,

I saw as her bare stems slowly sprouted leaves.

She sat in the corner most of her early days,

After being separated from her foundation on that one Sunday.

But as I gave her food and water and light,

Her stems grew longer and her leaves turned bright.

I never thought I’d feel connected to something so small.

But it was in my reflection that I made sense of it all.

When I brought Nina home from that shelf in the store,

I was sad that day and went out to escape being bored.

And the time that I spent watching her grow,

Mimicked the time that it took me to fill all my holes.

We grew together in those months, despite the trials we faced,

We had some tough storms, we both shed some dead leaves,

But we continue to grow together, through these trying days.

I almost threw her out, discouraged and frustrated,

But I found out that I had to allow her space to grow,

And allowing that space made all the difference.

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Go Get It

All this talent and no price tag,

all this passion hidden behind dish rags.

You have this whole life to live,

and you’re living like you’re not good enough.

Speak up for what you want,

Tell them what you need,

Stop letting these people walk all over you, please.

It’s too easy to make the steps to where you want be,

but trust me, if you don’t know what you bring to the table, you’ll never truly eat.

So go out, be great, cause you’re more than able

you’re the only one that loses if you don’t bring your plate to the table.

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I Prayed for This

To my writing:

I prayed for peace,

I prayed for consistency,

I prayed for wisdom,

I prayed for joy,

and then you started coming back around.

I kept praying.

I prayed for guidance,

I prayed for patience,

I prayed for love,

I prayed for understanding,

and you embodied those things.

I prayed for help,

I prayed for compassion,

I prayed for empathy,

I prayed for something new,

and you lead me on a straight path.

I prayed for answers,

I prayed for a sign,

I prayed for clarity,

I prayed for comfort,

and God sent me my lover,

God sent me my friend,

God sent me you,

and I’ve never been more proud of the use of my pen.

Here I am now, looking back on it all,

and I can’t thank Him enough, for giving me everything I’ve been praying for.

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Voting Season

As the season progresses and the days pass us by

This year we are in has seemed to fly. 

We’ve known so much pain and turmoil

This year has given us too many times of recoil. 

There have been storms and people left in the rain,

This year alone we have seen and heard nothing but pain.

Death and disease and disadvantages have riddled our ears

This has truly been one hell of a year.

There is good news on the horizon of this storm,

We have a chance to come out of it as long as we blow our horns.

Now is the time to change this tumultuous weather,

Get out and vote and get this thing tethered.

Don’t be discouraged by the long lines,

Bring a friend and some water and snacks and maybe a speaker,

Have a good time.

Go out in good spirits, be a goodness seeker.

It may take a while but it’ll all be worth it

After you can proudly say, “I went out and voted”

** Please don’t forget that early voting has started in the state of Georgia and will continue until October 30. Election day is Tuesday November third. To find out where to vote for early elections and on election day, visit the Secretary of State’s website by following the link below. If you are in another state, visit your local official’s or Secretary of State website for more information on polling sites. Please get out and be heard. GO VOTE! Also, don’t miss my Facebook Live tomorrow, Thurday, Oct. 15 at 7:30pm as I answer questions, update you on news and talk about all things current in this election season!**

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Lotus Flower

rising from the dirt

emerging from the water

a sweet petal shows itself

appearing untouched and unbothered

despite its muddy origin

rooted in the soil

this pink flower blossoming

full and uncoiled

residing with a lily pad

a sign of life that one has had

even when things look bad

the lotus flower grows

water still as day arrives

colors vibrant to the eyes

pink and white, yellow inside

the lotus flower grows

only sprouting in the dark

in ponds and lakes in foreign parks

in layers as the petals fall

ending late summer, inviting fall

the lotus flower grows

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Mr. Wrong

fear is a thing i know too well these days;

pain seems to be festering in my womb.

i never understood the mr wrong reference,

until it became my personal tune.

my eyes only shine when i’m outside of these four walls

because blood and despair stain my home halls.

tears seep through the cracks in the floor,

screams burrow in the holes in the wall,

the sofa seats all the drinks thrown in my face,

the shower reminds me of my daily curtain call.

and yet and still, i climb in my bed every night-

sometimes too weak to carry myself-

and i promise to continue to love this man after every fight.

fear is a thing i know all too well these days;

pain seems to be festering in my womb.

but i pray real hard everyday,

that mr. wrong will be mr. right again soon.

Please note that I am safe at home, this is a point of view poem. If you or anyone you know is experiencing domestic violence and would like to get help call 1-800-799-7233 to speak with someone at the domestic violence hotline.

Blog Posts Poetry


i hope you sleep well.

i hope you’re okay.

i hope you find peace.

peace of mind, peace of body, peace of soul.

i hope you are loving yourself.

i hope you feel loved.

i hope you know that i love you.

i hope you never feel alone, because i’m always here.

i hope you never worry, because there’s nothing to fear.

i hope you know that your pain won’t last forever, it will all get better.

i hope you’re making it through.

i hope this message finds you well, early in the morning while you eyes lose their sleepy swell.

i love you tremendously, i care about you.

and God will get us through everything, me and you.

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soft pains

i have an addiction aside from the typical one that gets you high
mine makes me bleed
it leaves inks and holes that i will never unsee
it is the light to my fire that sends my pains ablaze
it is the silent killer that turns my bad thoughts into good days
i long to be under a needle as it drags across my flesh
because it gives me a high where i can’t digress
i learned early that i wasn’t a cutter because my skin is too thick
it takes too long to cut and make me bleed
it leaves scratches on my thighs that don’t fill me
my habit makes me itch and swell and twitch
but i can only imagine what i’d do without it

and when i can’t get to it quick i can always go back
and fiddle with an old hole til my soft pains come back
i crave sex the same way
aggressive yet sweet
because my soft pains are my happy places oxymoronically