The silence I was taught to keep was not my true nature it was survival.A balm pressed between generations.A vow made with eyes lowered and voice tucked behind teeth.But silence has weight.It gathers in the bones,becomes ache in the chest,a lump in the throat that waits for my permission to become song.I was not born... Continue Reading →
Mentally, I’ve cut everyone off. And I’m okay with it. Lately, I’ve felt something shift inside me. Not suddenly, not all at once but slowly, like a fog rolling in and settling over everything. I’ve mentally cut everyone off. No angry fallouts. No dramatic announcements. Just… silence. Distance. A quiet unraveling of connections I no... Continue Reading →
Moments in life when growth feels solitary when change arrives like a wave crashing against the shore of who we once were. But beneath the noise of uncertainty, a quieter truth pulses:I do not rise alone.I rise with all that has ever lived within me.Each breath I take is borrowed from generations past. It carries... Continue Reading →
I call my power. With the guidance and protection of my ancestors.Protect my spirit. Shield my soul.Let the winds of truth circle me wide,No lies may pass, no fear may hide. I summon strength from root to crown,No force may shake, no chain hold down.My heart is flame, my will is steel,What I declare, the... Continue Reading →
When I watched Sinners, I didn’t just see a dystopian thriller—I saw a spiritual battlefield. A world where control wears a digital face, and salvation is sold as software. But through the noise, one figure stood out to me—not as a heroine in the Hollywood sense, but as a vessel. Annie. For me, Annie is... Continue Reading →
“I am the dream of my ancestors—walking, breathing, remembering.” I come from a people who knew freedom long before captivity. My blood carries the rhythm of warriors and midwives, landkeepers and storytellers. My spirit remembers the soil of Mississippi, the wisdom of Choctaw ancestors, and the resistance woven into the roots of North Carolina. I... Continue Reading →
On a warm Sunday afternoon, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the garden. Aisha settled into her favorite spot on her crafted bench she created, a cup of chamomile tea in hand. Her garden was her sanctuary, bursting with vibrant flowers and lush greenery that she had nurtured over... Continue Reading →
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