i like being alone,

but i wouldn’t mind being alone with you.

sharing solitude,

in a candle lit room.

just vibin’ as the speaker blasts our favorite tunes.

watch the sunset,

then maybe gaze into the moon.

perhaps we could forget all the craziness in the world too.

let it just be me & you,

it doesn’t even gotta be sexual.

only conversations that stimulates our intellectual.

is this something you’d be down to do?

Untitled.

toughest times sparked my greatest creativity 

so I never abhor my tribulations because they always revealed the best parts of me

best parts of me that were hard to see

hidden beneath insecurities,
developed subconsciously.

analyzed the societal lies & prophecies. 

which led me closer to my godly.

I had to keep digging deep

until it soared & seeped through me. 

Reminiscing.


I’ve always been drawn to spoken word, poetry, music and anything artsy related. It’s given me the opportunity to use words to create poems in ways I’ve never imagined myself being capable of. It gave me the opportunity to freely be me. There were no rules, structure, or boundaries. And that’s what I’ve loved the most. But, being very financially poor I thought I didn’t have much of a choice to pursue other routes that would financially benefit my future. This deterred me from continuing my poetry journey several times. However, I keep finding my way back to it and I don’t want to depart this time. I want to take it more seriously and continue to grow in my writing.

I loved being born and raised in NYC because there was inspiration everywhere. My biggest inspiration, I’d never forget it, came from a woman of color sharing her song on the train ride. Her locs were past her shoulders covered with a black faux leather fedora hat. She had combat boots spray painted with silver and her whole style was dope! “Everybody is in a rush, just slow it down.” She sang that tune & it stuck with me the entire night. I definitely gave her the little bit of change I had left in my pocket because there was no way that I’d let her go without supporting her.

After she was done she said her name and where we can follow her social media site. I didn’t fully hear her entire stage name so I went home that night searching every social media site to find her but I didn’t have any luck. I just kept thinking wow, one day I want to be confident enough to share my poems with the world. I kept singing that tune and went to bed in awe. I found her on Instagram several months later and again I revisited that same inspirational feeling I felt that day.

Introspection.

 I gotta dig deeper.

Where vulnerability is no longer my fear but my path to pure bliss.

Where my heart is fully open to love. 

Where my past doesn’t allow me to play victim whenever someone comes along.

Where negativity sits by the tide but doesn’t move me offshore.

Where happiness exists outside of the materialistic things.

Where my mind & body is relaxed, not affected by anxiety.

I gotta dig deeper, for all I desire is already within me.