Podcasts are becoming a way of life. And you can never have too many. In May 2019, I had the pleasure of being a guest on the “Declare it!” Podcast with Khadijah RBZ. It was my first time on a Podcast. There was laughter, girl talk and some declaring. Take a listen and make sure to head over to iTunes,…
There was a time when I hated plants/flowers in homes. I hated the thought of taking life from its source just to adorn one’s home. Honestly, I hated the thought of receiving flowers as gifts more than I despised plants. But hey, dislike for one made me dislike all. Flowers as gifts are the worst sign of love in my…
I admire my daughter’s, and I respect their innocence, their frailty as well as their strength. I look at myself and understand that I am growing because of them. They are teaching me more than I could ever teach them. What they are teaching me is how to see me because I see them. I was one who never wanted…
Strong soul soft lips they speak positive vibration vibrating from the anchor that is the soul captured behind walls walls formed to protect a delicate heart Time controls seasons the season is now it’s demolition day The wall breaker has come Come! Break forth! Delicate heart, break forth! The world needs your strength You thought the wall was your fortress…
Free me from thoughts that vividly show his face I don’t want to see the reward his life is reveling in I have no prayer life left to continue covering him This demon of memories continue to haunt me And my heart wants to hold on to what it believed was love stop! Stop feeding this energy, it’s consuming you…
I’m not quite sure why but the thought of love has been on my mind. I don’t know if a conversation that I had with one of my male friends sparked it or if I fell and bumped my head. Although, I did notice a shift in my desire after hearing him gush about a new woman in his life.…
There is nothing I can do about love not reciprocated. There is nothing I can do about it at all. You give, you push, and you pour into. It’s taken, catapulted and watered greatly yet never invested properly. How is it that us women are left with the dead end of the stick? How are we so giving and then…
She poured it all out. Gave him the better parts of her igniting his fire. He was her Earth this vast monument of potential that lead her to water him-freely. Never wanting a drought, she poured from wells hidden deep within. The more he expanded, the frailer she became. She was his host, giving ample nourishment to his dreams. The more…
They tell her to write soft, invite love to her words. How? All she knows is hurt. The truth speaks through every word. Each word gives insight into every woman who has been scorned, left, and abandoned. Love never showed up; the pain did. She desired love, and she wanted it, she needed it. Yet that’s not what showed up. How…
