I. love. black. men. Gorgeous dark skin men. Their beautiful chocolate skin. Their strong will. The security you feel in their arms. Black men are beautiful. Strong. Handsome. Talented. Irreplaceable. I. Love. Black. Men. (I don't own this photo however I don't remember where I got it.... Pinterest somewhere. Sorry!)
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the … Continue reading The Negro Speaks of Rivers
The last time I watched this stupid movie I cried. Tears poured down my face Sobbed like a silly schoolgirl over love lost. The tears were for pain. Anger for always meeting the wrong one Sadness because no one ever stuck around The last time I watched this stupid movie I … Continue reading P.S. I LOVE YOU
I confess, I admit, that I'm in love You've been in my every thought I always try to shove Them all from my mind But I miss you every moment I love you so much. P.S. I don't own this photo.
Dark, dreary, very dark Gloomy, mysterious nights That one scary night Is a memory deep in my mind When my little sister was scared Thunder was crashing Lighting was flashing It made my sister shiver She tried to climb in my bed Crying and wishing it would go away I tried to comfort, Wiped … Continue reading Wipe Your Tears Away
Lately I've been trying to accomplish things on my own, Working selfishly, And setting my own desires ahead of your will. God I ask that you will instill your plan for me. God show me the way, Open doors, Of course I'm not asking you to lay everything out on a gold platter, But set … Continue reading Today’s Prayer
I am a Writer. I didn’t know that till just a short while ago. It occurred to me like this. I walked into this English classroom. I didn’t know what to expect and kind of dreaded the immense amount of work that I was sure to come. I imagined many sleepless nights, racking my brain … Continue reading I Am A Writer