Rebirth Of A Phoenix

As the weight of the world consumes me

And I lay quietly sinking into oblivion

A faint voice whispers in my ear,

“Who are you?

I have never met you before.

I’m sure I would remember you.

A child so lost and broken.

Where did you come from ?”

The voice continues as I sink deeper and deeper

Feeling my body consumed with fire and finally

Overtaken as my eyes close

Only to awaken anew

And to the voice I answer,

“I am a descendant of you.

No longer lost and broken.

I have risen from the ashes of the Phoenix.

Rejuvenated and Reborn.

Through The Valley Of Death

Through the valley of death

I have walked with many

But feared none

Filled with the purest light

My journey has just begun

A battle of wills that would make most fall

Falls victim to my resilience

I am the steel that sharpens the lions claws

Ready to defeat my enemies in a simple swipe

No matter the day

No matter the hour

As I walk through the valley of death

Where isfet roams and darkness devours

I walk with many

But fear none

Mental Breaks Are Necessary (Blog Post)

Sometimes we must take a break from our normal way of doing things. Especially for a clearer mind. I LOVE to write, but I never want it to feel like a chore or something I just dread doing. Sometimes a break is needed so that I can come back better than ever. For this break, I picked up painting and love it. I find myself getting better with each one and inspired to write as I create new ones. I might even start documenting my journey through my blog. Let me know in the comments what you think of my work! Many will be available on my Etsy shop soon.

One Last Time (Writing Prompt)

She gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands

“One last time,” she whispered to herself.

One. Last. Time

Before the banging came on the door and startled her. This has been going on for 10 years. 10 years too many. She wanted out, She needed out. By any means necessary.

“Get out here,” his angry voice projected through the door.

She jumped again at the sound out it.

“Just a minute,” she yelled while taking one last look at her bruise covered body in the mirror and adjusting the object in her mouth.

Opening the door, she was greeted by the slap she felt time and time again. So used to it, she was now numb to the feeling.

“What took you so long,” he grabbed her, “you think you leaving me?”

With her head down she whispered she was just getting fresh for him. Walking over to the bed, she felt his eyes on her so she put an extra sway in her hips before lowering to her knees and waiting for him. He had conditioned her to be his submissive.

Standing over her, she felt him pat her head as if she was a trained dog before laying on the bed and saying, “good girl, you may please me now.”

This time she would be the one pleased in the end.

Climbing on top of him, she began kissing him slowly while rubbing him just the way he liked. When she saw his eyes close she knew it was time to make her move.

Leaning in to place a final kiss on his neck, she slid the blade between her teeth and swiped as hard as she could tasting the blood in the process.

His eyes shot open as he clutched his throat attempting to stop the blood. She began laughing hysterically as she sliced his body over and over with the blade now in her hand. His body and hers were drenched in blood, but with no movement coming from him she knew she was free.

Free from the beatings and mental abuse.

Closing her eyes she felt at peace. Peace that ended at the banging of a hand on the door.

Opening her eyes she was back at the sink clutching it to steady her hands.

One. Last. Time

Cheers To Chapter 32!

It is now midnight and before I close my eyes, I must give thanks to the universe for such a blessing. Many do not live to see the age I have made it to. I know that personally as a parent who has buried a child. To live to see another day, another year around the sun, another waking moment has me feeling if nothing else but grateful. As Covid has hit and knocked the world in a state of chaos, I have found motivation for many firsts. 2020 was my year of yes and branching out. I have become more consistent with showcasing my work not only on my blog, but also on Instagram, my work will be in not 1, but 2 online magazines, I have found a love for painting and getting pretty darn good at it, and I am preparing to launch a business with my husband. My support system has showed up and showed out with the love and I am eternally thankful for those. Many I have known for years and some just recently, but it goes to prove to me that there are good people in return that only want the best for you expecting nothing in return. Moving forward, it’s full steam ahead to finish out this year. I pray that the most high continue to find me worthy of this life I live and continue to rain blessings down as needed and not just off of wants. May universe and ancestors continue to guide me down my intended path and protect me from all that is meant to cause harm. I hope that I inspire may as others have inspired me on this journey I have been on and may my love and passion flow through my craft. Asé

Send Help

Artist Unknown

I still remember the day you walked out the door

After all this time it still haunts me

Bags packed in your right hand while turning your back to me

Telling me I have no choice but to set you free

Tears on the brim of my eyes refusing to fall

We might’ve both messed up, but I gave you my all

How is it you’re the one that gets to walk away

Leaving me to be surrounded by all the memories overshadowed by the present

Positive thoughts clouded with negative

Consuming every inch of my body

Weighing it down like a sedative

Until I no longer want to live

Convincing myself I have nothing left to give

So the scenarios of what if plays in my mind like the perfect illusion

Sending me in a constant state of confusion

Not understanding that sunshine awaits the breaking of a new day

Only seeing the pill bottle on the table that can end it all

A victim of my thoughts I become

Feeling pill after pill slide down my throat until the bottle is empty

Satisfaction takes over with a smile knowing soon nothing will be felt

Then the phone rings and I hear your frantic voice

Before darkness takes over I whisper

Send help….

Revenge Of A Broken Heart

Obtained from Pinterest. Artist Unknown

You made me feel as though I was the only woman in the world for you

As long as you had me, that was enough

See the world through a haze of smoke and mirrors

Content with life because all I needed was to be near you

But all too soon the smoke cleared and the tears fell down my eyes

As I watched my poetic justice turn to American Horror Story

Sinking me deeper into my grave with other heartbroken friends turned foes

Embracing the death of this life to be reborn with the strength of Madame Laveau

My ancestors have welcomed me and helped me heal

Now you must pay for the lies and bad hands you constantly deal

Feel the pain of the hearts you ripped out and smothered

After I enact my revenge you will never hurt another

The World Shall Know My Name

After being up painting (I’m a beginner but I’m loving it), I felt like writing. Naturally I had to pair it with what I created.

I just want the world to know my name like Basquiat or Kara Walker

Minus the graffiti and silhouettes

Stun the world with abstract visions until they think I’ve done my best

Then tell em I ain’t done yet

Putting my paint brush down for a pen

Creating message after message

Planting seeds to help my people win

Because you see,

One day on common ground we must all meet

It’s enough out here for everyone to eat

We not the crabs in the bucket

We’re the Kings and Queens

With the heart of the lion and lioness

Broken free from the chains

Destined for greatness

Like the ancestors that left writings on the walls

Our actions will do the same for those next in line

And after I’m gone and my many greats say my name

It’ll be followed by words such as this:

My many many Great-Grandmother was an artist. She created abstract visions that stunned the world like Basquiat and Kara Walker. Minus the graffiti and silhouettes of course. When she wasn’t painting she was writing. Some would describe her as woke and others would say passionate. A conversation with her was always full revolutionary topics and funny jokes, but at the end of the day she was for her people and the people are for her. So when I say her name, I say it pride. Be a use of her, I come from greatness and now the world knows her name.

Passionate Exchange

Artist Unknown

You’ll forever have a piece of me

A passionate exchange during the heat of the moment

When two bodies became one

Through of whirlwind of pleasure

Brought forth from a night of flirtation

Sparked by my infatuation of you

Since the first time I laid eyes on the

Smooth dark skin brother in the blue suit and brown shoes

That would probably look tacky on someone else, But on you it fits

Just like in this moment with me you fit

Oh so perfectly

And now I don’t want this moment to end

So we continue over and over again until our bodies succumb to a blissful hibernation

Needed for rejuvenation and courage to face each other in the middle of the day when we wake to wonder what happens next…

I’ve Changed

Artist Unknown

She said I changed

Once I became “woke” our friendship hasn’t been the same

She’s right

I have changed

The person I was ten years ago is no longer me

That is not the person I am meant to be

Like the caterpillar I had to evolve

Needing to break out of my cocoon and spread my wings

Soaring high

Through pillows of clouds in search of blue skies

Opening up visions of a new reality of raising

Little black boys and girls in a world that’s taught to fear them or use them for some agenda

Fighting to teach them that although they were raised in the trap they can buy the hood back

Replacing the liquor stores and one to many churches

With necessary youth centers and healthcare services

Going back to the days of the Black Panthers model of security and community involvement

Before the blueprint was stolen and they became a target

My families blood run deep through the roots of the struggle

And as a descent of them I must continue on the path of what they fought so hard for

They made me who I am and I will never be ashamed

So if that means somewhere in life I’ve changed and we will never be the same

Be thankful for the season the universe has blessed us with and pray that one day

Our paths may meet again