An Artist’s Limerick

In a horrible,terrible,cruel twist of fateit appears I am bound to be happy. I am not a shrew,curmudgeon,or ingrate,but this news has me feeling quite bratty. You see I’ve built a lifebased on struggleand strife.I constructed these wallson my own. Now, hammer in hand, I see lines in the sand*from my past selvesthat I haveoutgrown.Continue reading “An Artist’s Limerick”


I believe in true lovein midnight snacksin indulging until our tummies bloatand we fall asleep, full of love and chocolateentangled in each other I believe in sleeping naked, skin-to-skinI want to feel your heartbeat and pressmy cold feet against your warmth I believe that wicked dreamskeep me up at nightbecause my brain is afraid to bealone in theContinue reading “12:34”

The sweet sound of commercialized affection

It’s been a while! (and it’s gonna be a while longer) This week I have a banging’ playlist for you in light of the most trivial holiday in the world that is nearly upon us. Keep checking my IG stories for Black History Month facts and dope content from Black creators. New podcasts (and posts)Continue reading “The sweet sound of commercialized affection”


Isolation’s effects sit heavy on my chest, generalizing strangers and vilifying friends, sending me into a depressive state spiraling signaling virtues that never extend past advocacy. Stagnant social media activism offers the same bitter aftertaste as the injustices it supposedly opposes and when nothing improves aside from the number of humanitarian hashtags we bask inContinue reading “humanhumanehumanity”

Nevertheless She Persisted: Revised

She persisted When her first love was taken by the tide too soon to be understood by her fragile young mind. She persisted When the ache in her heart overgrew its space inside and started to physically eat her alive. She persisted As adults would constantly deride her dreams, because theirs had already died. SheContinue reading “Nevertheless She Persisted: Revised”