I gave birth I fed I watered I turned men to god’s Feeding their souls Heightening their awareness Giving them brain that solidified their caliber I gave breath to broken souls Which elevated from the ashes Who now sit on thrones I adjusted their crowns Spoke life until their seeds took root I am They are But we never were.…
Late nights under the moonlight is a night to take advantage. It’s the kind of night that you inhale possibility. It’s the kind of night that you take in all that’s around you, understanding that the same creative hands that perfectly designed the moon and the stars and all that we gravitate too; are the same hands that breathed life…
Today I had a thought that maybe I’m on reserve. And as I thought about this, I began to think to myself, “What the hell you mean on reserve V?” So, of course, being the person that I am every time a word crosses my mind, I leap my happy ass to a dictionary. Why do I look words up?…
Does he know that my love is one of a kind? It’s not fleeting or soft. Instead, my love comes with storms. The kind that lights up the sky with illumination cascading across its backdrop. Don’t mistake the storm as dangerous. No, indeed, this love is a sign of the changing of the tides. It’s the kind of storm that…
