I still struggle with the spiritual trauma of a fucked up situation in which my stepdad holds the keys too. Believing that God would be mad at me for expressing the injustices against me. That day was scary as the math teacher took my paper and writing materials. "Get it back at the end of the end." He said. Yet, when I walked down that hallway, I knew something wasn't right. The winds began to ge... » Continue Reading
The Elephant In The Room He don’t really trust thick girls, let alone big girls, with smooth skin and curvy curls, not my dimples or my light brown features. He don’t really trust these brown eyes, these big lips, caved in hips or turkey thig » Continue Reading
"When God spoke to the atoms that made me, light arose from my skin, energy shot like the wind, and I became a masterpiece; a product of His faith, and He sheltered » Continue Reading
Dear Diary, It's been a long time since I opened you up or had the motivation to violate your skin. I guess, I grew up. Learned how to shut my emotions out. Learned that materialistic treasures can get taken away easily without having any power over it. Kind of reminds me of my miscarriage. What I yearned for, died. Right in front of my eyes & I felt so powerless. Just like earlier this week. My ... » Continue Reading