I Try Not To Write When I’m Pissed Off But I Do Make Exceptions…

business, entrepreneurship, Uncategorized
This is untitled, for now

I wonder what gives them the audacity to ask me:
is his father around?
Many times I’d bow my head and look to the ground.
Too proud to tell
Or embarrassed by the reality the question reveals
Still…
It’s none of your damn business!
It’s taken me 7 years to address this
7 years of my heart being restless
hoping no one would ask
Praying no one would know
Trying not to let my singleness show
I want a hashtag for all you bastards that ruin my beautiful mother-son moments with your need to know,
the pity that follows,
the exchange of blows
For you, the privileged assholes who cut me in line,
strike up a conversation then pay me no mind
Don’t ask his name
Don’t tell him he’s cute
Don’t try and flatter me with the “oh, he looks just like you”
I am over explaining who we are and how we came to be
My only wish is
that you let us be
We are complete
with or without a “He”

Instagram Taught Me..It’s About Gifts and Not Talent

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Someone posted a video on instagram the other day. The brief, 15 second clip was so compelling that I reposted it. It was an excerpt from Steve Harvey on his radio show. He simply said, “focus on your gifts and not your talents.” He explained that gifts are things that come easy to you. I realized in that moment something I knew all along- my gift is writing. And so, that day, in that moment I decided, without a doubt, that I would write a book. (I had actually already started 😉 cheat!) So I got on my computer and began pouring words from my notebook into the screen. 48 poems later, I have the makings of my first book. Eek! Exciting 😉

I’ve always wanted to write a book. But I must say my trepidation in doing so came from other non-writers being successful at writing. It is the same reason I gave up my dream of being a music journalist. But just because someone else is successful doesn’t mean you will be less successful. Just because someone else shares your interest doesn’t mean you should become less interested. Right?! But it does suck knowing that you are great at something, passionate about something, and others who could care less are profiting from what makes you, YOU.

Anyways, I’ve settled on a title, If You Wanna Fly. More details to come…

Fucked

love & beauty, Uncategorized

The scent lingers,
Not of love but of you
The sweet smell of your herbal remedy collides with the air connecting deeper than we do,
I smell smoke but I breathe you.
Did you notice?
Hmmm.
You didn’t say.
You didn’t stay.
Am I the picturesque image of indignity
Or just a girl who thought she was filled but approaching empty?
I exude the lack of confidence that is within me,
looking exactly like what was did to me.
No wonder I feel Fucked.