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...

27 I lost direction. Thinking I knew the way, Thinking I ain’t need God to make me whole. I was chasing bags, men, and clothes. I almost...

( a sacred something for the girl who sees and feels everything) I am not too much. I am not too loud. I am not too soft. I am not too...

I see you slipping. I feel the quiet between your words, the fog in your eyes when you forget something I just said, the resistance in...

The first— a Virgo wrapped in velvet privilege. Meticulous in criticism, messy in commitment. His heart was warm, but his ego came first....

I don’t know who you are yet, but I’ve felt you in the in-between— in the spaces where I’ve cried, healed, screamed into pillows, and...

you used to water me 'til you didn’t. left me dry where I once glistened. eyes on me, then blinked twice— and I was missin’. thought you...