Void – to be withoutThe lack thereofNot validNothing of value Constant reminders thatYour hair should be bone straightVoid of its waves, kinks and curls You are fooled into thinkingThat your body should be leanWith your collar bones protruding That your curves are too lewd, nasty or sexyYour breasts are taunting, tantalizingly or crudeYour lips too ...

I am my sistah and she is me I am African Caribbean Latin American BLACKI am she and she is me.

So next time you judge Don’t hold a grudge Because what I view as beauty You write off as faulty

Writers face many challenges. Many of us have a full-time job besides writing. That means finding the time and energy to write after a full day of work. Throw in a family, pets, a home to maintain, and then the time crunch becomes real. Now, as the cherry on time, add grad school and all ...

the cold eyes of envy placed upon thee to shiver in the veins and arrest thy heart, thy steps in thine place strips of the pale moonlight outline shadows on thine face edges of your beauty cut like mountains great and looming to scrape that endless sky our gods, our husks, these things we hold ...

A beach is a beach, right?  Not so much. Each beach is unique due to the variety of indigenous influences.  Sand, water, shells, and tourists may all be a common factor, but even those factors differ greatly. Recently my family enjoyed a family vacation in the Outer Banks.  It was our first time visiting the ...

The beauty in your words are expressed through my heart, Your eyes are like a work of art, I’ve fallen in love with you, Right from the start, The beauty in your words, Sends me to heaven, Right from the start.

I can see you sitting across from me. Your eyes were dark and eerie. But there was nothing about you that screams danger. Your stance was high but the way the calmness of your stance starts to still me. You’re alone at the piano. The quickness of your fingers and the soulful music you were ...

Time ceases when she enters a room   Her existence is the eminence of perfection   She has a voice that quells your clamor   For she is your – Nubian Goddess   Her whisper settles your uneasiness   Her touch transports your mind   Allowing your body to transcend worlds   For she is ...

The brush slides across my eyelid, painting green and I cannot help the voice I hear: you. “I hope when we have kids they have your eyes.” When the process is complete, I step back. I see the brilliant green shining back, and I see what you meant. But in the depths all I see ...