He finally said let’s have a baby girl. I was unsure but willing. As my belly grew, I placed my hands there to feel your kicks. Our unspoken bond. I knew you were a girl before the ultrasound. I prayed often for God the creator…

Everything is interconnected. If I lived under this principle, letting you go would be impossible. The perceived inadequacies and unveiling of one’s true colors. Once vibrant and alive as the sweetest juices fell from my lips. Replaced with chronic fatigue, now stagnant and somber. Dried…

Lately I’ve been sleep walking, the lack of energy and emotional imbalances have led me to this space of emptiness. Conversations from my subconscious now merged into my waking life. 423hz frequencies playing softly through my phone trying to tame the fright, flight, and freeze…

Dear Young Hafeezah, It was the year of 1990; you were always a quiet child with an active imagination. I watched you walked down the halls of Dubose Middle School trying to make yourself invisible. Each day you wanted to become someone else instead of…

I hear the children playing in the summer heat, families cooking in the kitchen, and water cooling the thirsty plants of the earth. The purest expressions of life, yet in this same space silence, outrage, and hatred flow freely. Domestic terrorist protected under the same…

Internally the turmoil is unforgiven. The root of the pain stems from the unknown. Unresolved issues from my past are dormant. A blank slate void of laughter, joy, or pain. As night falls intuitive visions flood my mind. As the sun rises exhaustion takes over…

Celebration of Life I was taught to mourn and grieve. Birthed into the physical world, with a goal of transitioning back into consciousness is frown upon. I was taught the gates of heaven would not be open to me. Released into the purest from of…

My Mother’s Roots My Mother’s Roots can be found in her boots. I remember her Black and Brown boots before the change. Her shirts were always tucked into her skin tight jeans held in place by numerous belt colors. I imagined her Black boots allowed…

A place of love and transparency. Where our differences make us whole and no lies are told. Every person here is welcome to Simply be. Be free, be she, be he, be they, be them on any given day. Now let us pray for the…

Seeds were planted deep beneath the surface. Created to produce the bitter with sweet. Flourishing while nourishing our bodies from the heat. Sometimes its strange fruit was wonderful and unique. But the blackness in their eyes would not let it be.   Dollars were created…