To Know Love Like This: A Poem About Friendship, Isolation, and Finding Your Way Back
To know love like friendship is what inspired my break from a relationship where there was no love.
God is Not Twiddling His Thumbs: A Poem for the Days When the World Feels Out of Control
"The planes crashed. The fires burned. The inauguration happened. And I sat with the very human urge to believe that God had looked away. He hadn't. Here's the poem that came out of that."
Kids Before 30 (Or Not): A Dr. Seuss-Inspired Poem About the Choice Nobody Warned You About
Inspired by Dr. Seuss' Fox in Socks — so you can tell which path I've chosen. Kiddos before you're thirty? There's more to say.
The Power of Pen and Paper: Why Writing Is Still the Most Dangerous Thing You Can Do
What's scarier than monsters, mosquitoes and failure? Forgetting. History is a game of telephone until it's written — until it's timeless.
Heartstrings and High Values: A Poem About What's Actually Missing From Dating Today
It's been said I'm an anxious attacher. Too much of a mother. In my masculine era. A holder-oner. A believe-in-lover.
One Hoe Does: A Poem About Who We Actually Blame and Why
The thing about hoes is — they wouldn't be hoes if y'all left them alone. So what's the allure?
Getting Money: A Poem About Wealth That Can't Be Taken Away
A journey long, not for the faint. Hamilton waits. Who is rich, Alex? One who invests in self, in small habits, in smart circles.
Formerly Unwell: A Poem About the Woman at the Well and Every Woman Who's Been Her
She was silenced, isolated, vulnerable, scrutinized, and hiding. She met Jesus who went out of His way to break the rules just for her.
Hungry: A Poem Written as a Recipe for Everything Worth Having
Stay hungry. Mostly for love. I like sweet things. Last time though, something was off.
Crumbling: A Poem About Beautiful Brokenness
A crumbling cake still smells sweet. Still tastes like heaven. Still melts the same — maybe just a little faster.
Ever After: A Poem About What Comes After the Happily
Ever after what ever after? ever after what? The prompt for the day was 'ever after' not 'happily ever after' which was the plot twist I needed.
Good: An Easter Poem About the Friday That Didn't Look Like It
It's not looking too good. When he kept saying 'my time' I thought it meant His time to rescue us.
African-American Woman
Do you first consider yourself Black or a woman? This was birthed from that question.
Why I Became a Hairdresser: It Was Never Just About Hair
The difference you'd make with all that brain in your head!
Have you ever touched someone's head?
Cause where I come from that's a sign of disrespect ...
Unless you're a ... hairdresser or a barber.