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!)
Ssshh... Hush now... That's right baby, close your eyes. I've got you. Mhmmm, Hmmm Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound The child drifted off into a deep slumber. As I sat there rocking that child, tears formed in my eyes. I was a mother, a despondent mother for tomorrow I knew my life would change … Continue reading A Mother’s Heart
Lotion From the tip of his soft head to his tiny little feet. Lotion It moisturizes his fat body. Lotion It protects his new soft skin. Lotion My, Oh my, how he squeals in laughter as I rub. Lotion On his body. Lotion His chubby hands knock over the bottle … Continue reading Soft & Smooth
I've sat... Here on this damn couch-- waiting, hoping, wishing.. I'd get a text or a call... something, ANYTHING. (blog.ng.jovago.com)
I am black America. My chocolate skin is like no other. My smile is comparable to no one. Only I can do what I can do. No one can tell me differently. My heart pains for the little black kids growing up without role models and parents. Those growing up without the knowledge that they … Continue reading I Want You!
Before I get too deep into February I just wanted to give you a brief history of black history month. I attend an HBCU and Black History Month is really highlighted here in almost every class. My teacher, a very eclectic, one-of-a-kind lady showed us this video in our Creative Writing Class. I learned things … Continue reading Why Are We Celebrating This?
Metal clanking, Chains clanging, People yelling, Phones ringing, But all I want to see, Is the bright blue sky. Behind these bars, Behind these chains, I am a prisoner. Locked in with no way out. But not only am I just physically confined. I am emotionally incarcerated. No one to talk to. I can't even … Continue reading Beyond My Bars