Life is just like fruit.

Last night

Something about being imperfect, feels pretty.

 To the Forest With Love Soft sounds of the night slowly rolled in like a dense fog. Covering your ears until all you can hear is the buzz of the cicadas, song of the crickets and the low hooting of the owls. The melodic symphony of sound. The forest revealed it was, indeed, a living and breathing thing. The yearning harmony of the night settled in and began its steady nightly crescendo. Fireflies danced in the air. Spanish moss swayed in the breeze. The rivers low hum gave birth to the slow shifting of the time of day. The part of day that all adore. Welcomed entirely, the moon begins her ascent into infinity. The aroma of water, sweet grass and garden phlox. A bouquet of promises of adventure, love, hope and sunshine envelope you. As summertime just begins, and the tingle of the days heat still lingers. The heat dances upon the dew that rests on your skin. A gentle reminder of summers that have passed and memories that remain unforgotten. Excitement brews deep within the crevasse...

Do you know who you are Did you decide to give up When did you experience what giving up is Do you know what it would be like to be free What is freedom to you Why is freedom important Which freedom is most important When you define freedom how does it feel Can you lift your eyes to freedom freely Why do you carry guilt What moment was it when you realized What does hope mean to you Did you die by twenty-five Did you see hope fade from your face in photographs How is it that you decided that life wasn’t full Did the struggles of finances burden you Do you know what happy looks like What does happy feel like Do you recognize the person that you see in the mirror Do you want to change Do you remain the same What is pleasure without pain What is pain without shame Why does shame exist Are you without guilt Are you without blame Who are without experience What is experience without you What is fake happy What is safety to you What...

When walking through fire, become the flame. The spark within is fed by truth, faith and love. Each moment remaining in the present allows the opportunity to achieve the highest version of self. Believing that greatness lives inside. If not life will chew you up then spit you out. Keeping hope alive is undoubtedly one of the hardest parts of this experience. It's so easy to give in and let life run you, instead of you living it. Keeping the mind clear, safe and driven by a divine purpose will be the only way to protect the soul. I write this but please understand life has taught me. I am still here because I believe I have a testimony. You must experience the test to have a testimony. Moving forward in this life is possible when you feel pulled by patient potential. In this experience we have have to move with purpose. Taking steps that involve risk and becoming majestically vulnerable allow the stars to align. When you know better you do better. In order to know better you have t...

Another one bites the dust. Child's play. Trust?  What's that? Constantly falling short.  Wildin. Steady.  Awkward silence.  Fighting for peace. Within.  It's so cold on these many nights.  Lonely but not alone.  In this house I don't feel like I'm home. Falling short again.  On my own. Witty words. I've suffered in silence. I stopped talking. I stopped talking to everyone. Why talk when no one listens. I isolated myself. Lost. I suffered in pain. Every pain, trauma, experience and bad choice became magnified.  Hyper focused. The stakes were high.  Higher than my standards.  Higher than peoples noses. Higher  Than I've ever been.  Better than my taste in men. I burned the stakes. I burnt at the stake.  A fall from grace. An unfinished race. Set an unreachable pace. Wept for a thousand miles. Went through thousands of trials. Slept in denial. Slept with denial. My enemy absorbed my energy. I turned to dust. Frienemy  The house I built inside of myself was blo...

The pressure never lets up It just changes Changes me Change you can see Parenting is the hardest job on the planet Self love comes in as a tie Soul tie Running outta time Can't change the past It all comes rushing back Flash back Love them Coulda done better Tryin not to be bitter Trying to be better To be better to me Then I can be better to them For them You can't give what you don't have That's not an excuse We have to grow You have to seek truth It's not given to you Sometimes it finds you In a lesson Petal to the metal Car slams into the brick wall You're not oblivious You just weren't curious It's important to know where you lack In order to change In order to build Then hopefully break the cycle Breaking the cycle is the hardest part of it all Let's be real Authenticity Broken black families. Broken black homes. If I would have known better I would have done better By the time I woke up You don't see me You ain't feeling me It was too...