Donning that cap n gown felt better than expected. I took a deep breath and walked across that stage to accept my degree. Our dreams are possible. Our goals can be a reality. Impossible is nothing. We are only limited by our fears. Deep breath. I sat on those over stuffed, navy blue couches yesterday, feet … Continue reading A University Grad, a Couch & a Hiphop Preacher
As I was aimlessly enjoying some IG while drinking a freshly brewed cup of Joe via freshly ground beans and basking in sunshine, I came across the above quote. It hit me like a Mack Truck going full speed. How many times do we think we can't achieve our goals, whether they be minute or … Continue reading Impossible is Nothing!
The colors of red, white and blue have been scrawled across every media outlet continuously for the past month. With the election wrapping up, I had been toying with the idea of writing a post Trump election blog, but decided to write about an experience that happened this evening. This past week I read an … Continue reading 3 Things I Learned from NOT Participating in Sexual Assault Awareness Week
I find my birthday to be a time of personal reflection, growth and motivation for what is to come. I can still feel the cool, rough concrete steps of the large front porch I grew up on as a child. I cried when I turned 13 because I felt the weight of the responsibility of what life had for me as I left childhood and entered the dreaded teenage-dom. Now on the brink of the oh-so-interesting *cough* cough* Dirty Thirty, I have an odd calmness. I am not as sad as I thought I would be as my last birthday of my twenties approaches in less than 2 hours.
Stagnation is one of the fears of most creative people. We thrive on inspiration, on always improving our art form and constantly growing; if not in leaps and bounds, possibly we develop a brush stroke or engage in cardio to improve our instrumental stamina. Whatever the case may be, for a creative person to get writer's block, or be unable to create, it is a slow painful death that eats away at the core of who we are.
I've had major writer's block lately. Alas, I found a half done poem and finished it. Enjoy! Two hands attached to different bodies capture my mind's attention. The vast differences yet striking similarities are unsettling. The first, whose hands are callused, are rough to the touch. As my finger traces over each calloused ridge on … Continue reading Two Hands