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 We twisted those beautiful moments with bitter words and shattered our reflection. Neither you or I can justify the war between 2 beautiful brains 

We took those precious memories, and stomped out any light left in a deferred dream. Can you tell me the reason for our season?

What lesson did we teach each-other that we haven’t already seen? Was I not humble enough of a women did you not accept my apologies. Do I frighten you? Are you afraid if you gave me your best shot, I wouldn’t shoot back? 

It would have been better for me to turn down my intensity. I used to wish there was a way for me to tone it down, but I know now that it wouldn’t really be me. 

To not question your intentions or the reason why you raise your voice

at me. To listen, to watch, to feel so

Carefully.  To question all things that come my way. It wouldn’t be me to be so care-free.

I wanted to stand by you because I seen you searching for placement and your heart was aching from always being on your sleeve. I seen you broken, confused, and bruised from all the past relationships that were full of trickery. 

You didn’t trust my heart, every word I spoke from your ears was full of game. I say this as the great Aretha Franklin sang, “ain’t no way for me to love you if you won’t let me.” 

You kept saying you were trying to find yourself but we will always find another part of who we are as we age. I know the Bible says strive for perfection but God knows it’ll never be something we can obtain. I was more than willing to let you lead me if for once  you gave me my way.

Your favorite saying, “ Girl you to smart for your own good” is a down fall but also a blessing because I can read from any page. But for our love we’ve missed the mark, too much hurt on both ends, too much shame. The door is closed, walls built high. They won’t come down, they are being guarded by ego, pride and pain.

Body’s depart but the essence

Of love remains 🖤💙


The Help


Wake up Don’t let the ones who neglect you confuse you   The forbidden fruit is what caused us to see skin, what caused us to have greed, pride and jealousy, its what caused us to cover up and hide from God. We should really check our mentality. I am no better than the Asian lady who does my nails, I am no better than my White/Hispanic best friend or the Mexican server at my favorite dine in. My savior is not black, white, Asian or Hispanic he stepped foot on earth before there was a such thing called “race”. I am connected to people through spirit not skin. I admire blue eyes and brown eyes if they speak truth from within. We should be able to enjoy all people from all nationalities, with any complexion. light skin, dark skin it shouldn’t matter to begin. don’t build yourself up to where you knock others down, we were created in God’s image equally. Remove yourself from the flesh and connect with others soulfully, connect with people through ways that your eyes cannot reac


He felt like home. Like grandpa’s hugs and granny’s kisses. Like a  school bus ride home, and  evening sunsets. Like afternoon Lunch with your Best-friends. He felt like home. Arms with an instant ease of peace, chocolate lips And a grin so sweet. He felt like ice cream on a summers day. He felt like a sunshine ray , and a Shooting stars runaway. He felt like home He felt like  Twilight, New Moon, and Breaking Dawn. He was was as high as the sky  and as bright as Nebula. He felt like why have I never felt this way before? He felt like a shower after a long day at work, like back-rubs And bath bomb soap . He felt like India’s Aries “Brown skin…  I can’t tell where mines is and where yours begins”. He felt like hopes redeeming  and pains end. He felt like home. Of course felt is past tense. But it’s still memorizing to dream of who we used to be. The trauma that can Happen when direct and in-direct meet. Like I’m saying things I don’t mean Because you act a certai