Prompt: What it means to me to be black I journaled earlier, and that’s an exclamation point on the sentence of “what it means to be black.” I do have sp*cial need*. D*velopmental dela*. This touches all aspects of my life. But I have an added paranoia. I will go dark for moment. For 5 [...]
Prompt: What it means to me to be black. To be or not to be that is the question? Is being black a fashion statement? I can go get this black power shirt, right? Is being black a box, check? Going back to our ancestor ground of Africa, I’m from the Bahamas. Hands up with [...]
Have you ever stared into the dark abyss? Down a sewer hole, into a cave or tunnel, sat in the dark staring into the empty hallway with no light. The sounds of nothing amplifies until it becomes a soft hum or static throughout your eardrums. The eerie feeling of eyes, thousands of eyes piercing your [...]
I am unapologetically BLACK I will not say sorry for stepping into my place within society I will not apologize for the discomfort you feel as I stand in my truth, For my truth is me I will not cower to allow you to fill the space that belongs to me ~ I am unapologetically [...]
I've recently read a few poems to a friend of mine over the phone. She's a new friend so this was only her second experience hearing my poems. The first time she's heard anything I've written (poetry) was during a writers meeting. I personally enjoy dark poems or poems to evoke emotions from the reader, [...]
There are times when I’m sitting up in the bed at night, pondering over how I got to this point with him. Him being my husband, Michael, of the last 17yrs. He isn’t my first husband and some nights I say to myself he might not be my last. Don’t get me wrong, we have [...]
I woke up by the sounds of birds singing. The random whistles melded together to create a melody never heard before and couldn’t be repeated. I pushed against the dewy ground to an upright position. There was something about the crisp morning air that filled my lungs with life. The trees towered over me, shielding [...]
“Hey, so I’m curious, is there anything you regret?” The way she asked the question was as if she knew the answer. Perhaps not the exact answer, but she knew there was so much that I had experienced in life that the only honest answer would be a simple “yes”. The truth—I refused to acknowledge [...]
