I wasn’t always talked to with kindness growing up, and it hurt me very deeply. Sometimes I still hear those echoes: the tone, the way...

There is a kind of guilt nobody talks about. It sits quietly under your gratitude when you survive, when you make it out, while others...

I’ve been feeling like I’m standing in two worlds at once. One foot planted in survival — clocking into work that drains me, exchanging...

I’ve been giving my career a lot of thought lately. I’m sketching a clear vision where I don’t have to choose which side of me shows up....

Lately I’ve been sitting with a question that unsettles me: does love actually exist? According to bell hooks in All About Love , very...

I don’t ignore reality. I see the layoffs, the competition, the uncertainty that comes with building a life aligned with my dreams. I...

Peace has never felt abstract to me — it’s something I have to choose daily, even when my spirit feels heavy or my heart is tender. Some...

Dear Atlanta, You were the first city I moved to outside of my hometown — and then you became my home. I’ve spent a decade with you. You...

The system is truly fucked up. I know this by lived experience, by education, and by what is public knowledge. The systems have failed my...

My dad really knows how to piss me off. I just got published in a mental health magazine. For me, this is huge. I’m just beginning to...

Right before you step into alignment, fear and doubt often get the loudest. It’s almost like they sense their time is ending and fight...

There’s a quiet power in choosing yourself. Not in a loud, performative way—but in a deeply personal, spirit-shifting kind of way. I’ve...

Bitch, I’m mad. Bitch, I’m sad. Black folks still oppressed, Still judged, still under-assessed. Cousin’s calling—needs bus fare. Other...

Deleting all traces, pictures, and memories of you I don’t wanna be reminded of the pain I know our families both think we insane But...

Wish we would’ve just made art Wish we would’ve just made music Together as creatives, our energy and sexual passions used for something...

Somebody told me poetry is a dying art. I said—my art ain’t dead. I pulled out my manuscript, stacked it beside the pile of books that...

A Black man was found hanging from a tree. They said—no foul play. But I don’t believe that. I hope y’all don’t either. I will never...

London, you met me not with the gray chill I expected, but with heat — the kind that made me sweat through two outfits a day and crave...

Most of my life I’ve lived in unsafe spaces: my parents, my family, old friends, and even in my career. All of them were systems built...

Sometimes racism doesn’t look like violence in the streets or politics in the headlines—it looks like a hand reaching for my crown in a...