BrokenNotes 🎶

I can feel it/ Even heard a shard hit the bottom. It’s breaking/ Breaks each more everyday No longer filled with toxic hate For self For - it Each time I have to move, Extended Break off bits of me bit by bit Remould- reshape Repackage myself For the next step For the next pay … Continue reading BrokenNotes 🎶

What my dream taught me… 

When Rick Ross said, Closed mouths don't get fed, On THIS boulevard I wasn't aware that he spoke, Of the very same narrow path that lead, To the fountain of milk, gold and honey - That is my way to being an icon for my people./   On and on, oh- On and on, Erykah … Continue reading What my dream taught me… 

For you alone…

Change mind Change stride Change you For you alone.

m i l l i o n a i r e

And then he said 'No!' With such surety, Such justification in his voice. He loves me so he settled for it...   I guess- Thank God He loves me, Cause my man definitely Ain't only here for my 'dont-it-feel-like-a-million-dollars-when-you're-in-there' p u s s y ...   and then, so 'matter-of-fact'ly, he said 'No!'

Music… how does it feel?

'I want to make love to my soulmate...' Akua Naru Blares these truths loud for me My desires Laid bare As I share My deepest desires To you in the form of another's Worded vision That so beautifully encapsulates All I desire.   Alliteration. As I emphasize The truth Butterfly wings In exchange for long … Continue reading Music… how does it feel?

Well…

Doesn't it feel good To know someone likes you? Wants to the make the conscious, Attentive, Interest in your well being? Keen to learn your ideals, And way of living. Beyond just skin deep Remedies for temporary romance. Doesn't it feel good To be cherished Accepted Respected For all that you've brought to table naturally. … Continue reading Well…

The Longest Night

The fog walks through the pathways Between buildings Covers the object in a vignette Creating soft lines from the once hard.   The lines of people's faces became softer - fleshier - Real, surreally. The clock seems to move In steady motionless inches.   Cherry blossoms wake up the red brick. Visionary colours. Hard to … Continue reading The Longest Night