A quiet collection of reflections on healing, becoming, and return

The Poetry

Hopeless & Grounded

I am a hopeless romantic with sensible shoes. I believe in destiny, but I also check the clock. I can take a simple hug, a quiet kiss pressed soft against...

Hopeless & Grounded

I am a hopeless romantic with sensible shoes. I believe in destiny, but I also check the clock. I can take a simple hug, a quiet kiss pressed soft against...

Recalibration

Who am I if I stop chasing success like it owes me rent— like it is late and I have been covering the bill with bone and breath? Who am...

Recalibration

Who am I if I stop chasing success like it owes me rent— like it is late and I have been covering the bill with bone and breath? Who am...

Curiosity Never Kills

I have never contemplated killing myself. Not because I am always strong— but because I am curious. Curious like a Black woman standing at the edge of the ocean, braids...

Curiosity Never Kills

I have never contemplated killing myself. Not because I am always strong— but because I am curious. Curious like a Black woman standing at the edge of the ocean, braids...

The Main Event

I want to be remembered like Muhammad Ali— not for the wins, but for the mouth that moved mountains, for the poetry that punched first. I want the showmanship of...

The Main Event

I want to be remembered like Muhammad Ali— not for the wins, but for the mouth that moved mountains, for the poetry that punched first. I want the showmanship of...

Not Your Container

I am not the jar you pour your trembling into. Do not mistake my silence for agreement. I give you the floor— polished, open, wide as an auditorium before a...

Not Your Container

I am not the jar you pour your trembling into. Do not mistake my silence for agreement. I give you the floor— polished, open, wide as an auditorium before a...

You Can’t Out Run Joy

Baby, listen. One of the wildest truths this spinning world ever whispered to me is this: You choose the life you love. Not the one dressed in other people’s applause....

You Can’t Out Run Joy

Baby, listen. One of the wildest truths this spinning world ever whispered to me is this: You choose the life you love. Not the one dressed in other people’s applause....