Day 4: Imperfect

I may not have the cutest face,  Or waltz around as if I have extraordinary poise and grace,  But through all my flaws,  You see me; and all  in all,  That’s all the matters in the first place.  🙂

Day 3: Skin Intolerance

A prose about Skin: My skin….is tired.  My skin feels powerless.  There are people in this world, who have depleted my skin of its beauty, shine and luster and replaced it with sorrow, shame and insecurity.  My skin has seen it’s impact on this world, this cold world with a cold soul.  It brings fear…

Blogging 201, Day 2: Kindred love: an Ode to Kynnedy ( the Acrostic)

Kindred love, Your existence means more than words can say, No ways to define the joy you bring to my heart, Never will our bond break under the pillars of life’s struggles, Everlasting, unconditional love is what I promise to you, Dear sweet child of mine, You are my kindred love, forever and always. Today’s…

Blah…

I haven’t posted anything in a while and it feels a little weird I’ve been reading some writing prompts and will possibly post some stories this weekend!   Hope everyone is enjoying their week! We are almost to Friday! 🙂 

A Mother’s Worry

Photo Cred: Picasso Mio A mother holds her son tightly to her chest and tears begin to flow.

We Should Be Grateful for Her Survival

…With little to guide her, except fidelity to her own experience, she documented the survival of love, loyalty, joy, humor and affirmation, as well as tragedy in black life. Who could help wondering what would have been the difference in Zora Hurston’s life and career if there had been a large black reading public, and…

Nerves.

So, I’m 6 chapters away from completing my edit on my novel. So far, I think I did a prettt damn good job for my first novel. Im truly proud of myself for getting this far and not giving up. Nerves are creeping in though, and doubt is trying to rear it’s ugly head.