Through tears, my heart uttered the prayer that my lips couldn’t speak.
A Dozen Questions
I wanted to create something for anyone who’s ever been hurt, victimized or betrayed by someone they trusted. My goal in this work of art was to capture the beauty of love, heartache, vulnerability and pain. And to show that from the depths of pain, something beautiful can be birthed.
Hiding behind only the lies I've told myself for why you haven't called. Never fall for a poet.
Love, never hurt anybody. That was rejection, baby.
Time to Celebrate
Let's keep the party going.
Xmas without Christ
A Christmas poem.
I don't know when love became elusive. What I know is, no one I know has it. -Warsan Shire
Different week. Same hustle.
Always business. Never personal.