“If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.”
Zora Neale Hurston


The Girl in the Picture 

I’ve been writing but I haven’t been sharing, till I met this girl. Now she’s ready to meet you, at 3am.

I Lied

Stood in front of my mirror and thought I’d live in my truth, not a pretty site but I discovered that sometimes the little lies I tell myself carry me through.

What Are You?

My latest piece.
I was raised to revel in my struggle, sometimes it tires me because so many believe in that one dimensional facet. This piece is me revealing another facet of my multiverse. Sometimes there is no beauty in the struggle.


So I’ve had the worst writers block, I’ve only managed to write the first stanza of a piece called fear. My perfectionism has never allowed me to share a raw piece with anybody, it’s not even cohesive at all. Throughout my blogging journey I’ve come to learn that you’ve got to keep writing. This is a new form of vulnerability for me. It is with in itself terrifying, but nonetheless here is the raw, imperfect first stanza of a piece I may never finish or never polish.