I had to stop running and find freedom in facing my past.
I had to question why the men I attracted are just like my dad.

in 92’ she asked ‘How do I know if you’re my sort of person?’ And he reached into his bear trap mouth, removing a row of perfect porcelain stones and said ‘Open your hand.’

I noticed the dedicated skin-whitening aisle –
lotions, creams, and cosmetics labeled
with promises of supremacy, offered proudly –
how much better they were, the best, they claimed –

With every look that trails much too long, I’m more aware of all that holds me apart from them, and all the hundred-and-one things that go through their head the moment they think of someone like me. 

Years later I still have a crush on the boy who couldn’t care less about me. He pretends we have some kind of bond over suffering, but I know better.

He was no longer the father that would search for antiques, finding the perfect jewelry box that played the ghost of what was once a sweet song.

Don’t let your failures take away your shine. Let them direct where you need to point your light, but always make sure to breathe on the ember and make it shine brighter.

I had the honor of speaking with six talented trans and non-binary creators. We discussed society’s focus on trauma, becoming empowered, and finding joy. Please see the following Q&A’s and follow their projects to support their incredible content.

Our hoods are hurting more and more everyday and while many do make it out the hood, not many turn back to help on a macro scale. Addictions, food deserts, gentrification, school- to- prison pipeline, mass incarceration and police brutality are all oppressive structures that must be looked further into.

World building on a scale of a San Francisco rental
I created legends of you walking on water, now the ocean just makes me sentimental

Fifty-five in a thirty-five
is not his only post
postmodern residual,

It's not as if being a body makes you good at anatomy
So we sweat too much, it beads up in my brows blinding me 

She used to come
Maybe once a year
Now, you cannot remember
When she was not here

then one night i walked outside
and mother universe held me
and asked why i am trying to rid of the stardust
she sprinkled on me in congratulations

She was what kept me grounded
and kept color in my face. 
She kept my vision at its clearest 
and left my footsteps stable.  

I never want anyone to feel how I’ve felt.
To experience the pain I’ve been through.
So I try with all my heart to see you,

Starring in
The brown eyed reflection
Of a Queen stronger than Ms. Honeybee in a Black Dynamite fiction

I’m on a constant Odyssey
A Journey that I can only take
A journey that I only understand 

What chance do we have at loving ourselves when we’re told that the most important thing is having someone else to love us, and that there’s a time limit on when that can happen before it’s too late? Why is our happiness and self-worth dependent on finding a husband before we turn 35?

Confidence is something we all struggle with whether it’s private or public. Money is just another thing we’ve been told we’re defined by. So, if you had the ability to bring home 150 thousand dollars a month doing something that made you feel happy, confident and empowered, why wouldn’t you?