Poem: Shattered (Ready for More)
I was in a car accident a couple of weeks ago. By the grace of God and fate, I’m okay. But this accident has been shattering—not just because of the inconvenience it caused, but because of what it revealed.
17 Apr 2026 13:13
I was in a car accident a couple of weeks ago. By the grace of God and fate, I’m okay. But this accident has been shattering—not just because of the inconvenience it caused, but because of what it revealed.
7 Apr 2026 11:14
Awareness is one of the most powerful tools you can develop to better understand how to navigate your life—your life, specifically. When used intentionally, awareness allows you to identify both your strengths and your weaknesses. From there, you can lean into your strengths to grow naturally, while using your “weaknesses” as catalysts for change—refining discipline, overcoming fear, healing from trauma, and evolving into a more aligned version of yourself.
5 Apr 2026 16:50
This poem is a reflection—a snapshot of a past version of me, captured in the exact moment I began to understand the importance of valuing myself, trusting myself, and listening to my nervous system. It marks the point where I took accountability for the patterns behind my frustrations, especially in my own infamous love life. Because awareness alone is not enough; it only becomes powerful when we recognize our patterns and choose to change them.
21 Feb 2026 01:17
Mother Nature & Mami Wata
15 Jan 2026 20:17
Immortal Dark, by Tigest Girma, is a thrilling science fiction novel by a Black author, and I was beyond excited to read it. Honestly, I think this was the first time I had ever read a science fiction novel by a Black writer. It was refreshing to imagine characters, buildings, and a culture where Black people were not the minority—they existed in a society of their own. And the story centers on vampires. Black vampires.
9 Jan 2026 15:11
1 Jan 2026 20:05
In the middle of journaling and working on another post, my journal slipped from my hands and fell open to the very first page.
31 Dec 2025 22:57
My poems often tell a story of self-actualization and awakening.
30 Dec 2025 14:16
16 Dec 2025 07:08
At 4am, alone in my living room, I danced—not to be seen, not to be understood, but because my body needed joy, and I trusted it. Somewhere between the movement, the meditation, and the music, it became clear: I don’t crave validation anymore. I crave alignment. I crave flow.
3 Dec 2025 22:19
12 Oct 2025 13:18