the collections.

  • through the eyes
    through the eyes where the magic lies bringing to life all the beautiful sights from vibrant hues to the dullest blues the eyes behold as our lives unfold through the eyes where the magic lies all the memories of you and me
  • b r o n x
    the hustle and bustle of the city fascinates me as my feet pound the pavement of the Bronx City sidewalks spicy aromas waft into my nostrils as I pass a bodega on my right, and my mouth water from the thought of the made to order chopped cheese I’d had the day before remembering how … Continue reading “b r o n x”
  • self-sabotage.
    something I journaled, but felt was worth sharing … the vision is always clearest when the dust settles. and you realize you were more harsh than you needed to be… because no one has ever defended you the way you defend yourself. and you realize that just because there never was, doesn’t mean there never … Continue reading “self-sabotage.”
  • restless.
    restless is the heart, so lonesome, it aches with a longing so intense it’s hard to bear piece by piece, until it finally breaks and I wonder, if you knew, would you care? * * restless are the endless nights that I lay staring at the empty space where you slept wishing for the warmth … Continue reading “restless.”
  • she’s still the baddest chick.
    today is one that will always call for extra celebration; it’s my mommy’s birthday. no matter how old I get, she will always be mommy to me the woman who holds me when I cry and laughs by my side. the woman who sacrificed more than I ever understood to give my sister and I … Continue reading “she’s still the baddest chick.”
  • hiatus pt.1
    hey everyone, first and foremost, I want to say thank you to everyone who stuck around over the last month while I did some much needed mental healing and soul searching. I can’t wait to tell you all about my time away and am so happy to see so many of you are still here … Continue reading “hiatus pt.1”
  • lingerie.
    Lingerie the silky floral-patterned cloth you rip off of me                 then you let your fingers linger  like the smell of your cologne                 fresh out of the shower down on me like the rain during spring                 when the flowers blossom into this person that comes alive                 whenever I’m with you
  • bwa.
    see me cocoa brown all a round like the curves the twist and turns of my coils that you chastise and deem unfit for the workplace but really, any place that you are in see me standing tall and proud in a crowd that thinks they know what I’m about and what I stand for … Continue reading “bwa.”
  • rest, assured.
    your love language may be acts of service, but you are a man of words how is it that I forgot to love you the way I love to be loved? the way that you love me you know deceit and betrayal as well as I do maybe even on a deeper level I should … Continue reading “rest, assured.”