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...

Men are always trying to read me, to interpret me, to tell me who I am — instead of simply appreciating without commentary. I am soft. I...

I see you for your traumas, your limits, the masks you wear, the parts you hide. I no longer take it personally. Your shadows are yours,...

If there’s one thing adulthood has taught me, it’s that we don’t heal in isolation. No matter how strong or self-aware we are, we still...

Lately, I’ve been on edge. Walking through life as the strong one, the grounded one, the put-together one. Fixing shit. Helping...