The Artist and The Musician

Whenever they got together, it was as if they fit like the needle to the grooves of your favorite 12 inch. The anticipation of being in the presence of the other made every breathe deeper, made both hearts beat faster and somehow they could feel themselves redeveloping childhood butterflies even though they’ve known each other for years.

HER…

Her smile, when she smiles the world feels like a better place to those who are privy to it

Deep Thoughts, In My Sleep

I have no Inkling where this came from, but I rolled over in the middle of the night, and penned it.

Black Women Aren’t Angry

Let’s keep it “Trill” for a moment, shall we?
As a black woman, I’m expected to be pretty, not just pretty but flawlessly so. Lest someone better come along and take my man.

Epiphanies Are Good, Right?

She sat across from her daughter, as the tears flowed, she wasn’t aware of the profound effect that the apology would have on her. she had no idea that she’d been waiting years to hear it.

What Happened to Feelings?

There is a calm that washes over me when I think about this love An indescribable “feeling”. And although most would argue that you should be healed completely or finished working on the perfect you-you’d like to be for your next relationship, that doesn’t mean it’s going to work or last. It’ll only work or last if you choose to make it work. A hard lesson learned, but one so worthwhile.