Tasting Blaqueberry

Letter to Trump Thanks for everything! I am so grateful to be even more fearful of my life I can't wait to fear traveling to the deep South Because racism is in the lives of almost every white person that lives there I can't wait to fear my life while I get pulled over by the police for a routine traffic stop I can't wait to hear about the child that got punished for using the bathroom without permission I can't wait for the fallout of the defunding of Planned Parenthood Who knew that besides abortions PP also helps provide safe sex knowledge, distribution of condoms, distribution and installing of IUDs & other contraceptives?  Who would have thought that defunding PP would prevent access to more than just abortions & PrEP for members of the LGBTQ community? But we can't mention any queer person without backlash since you don't approve of the gays  I digress Thank you for the exacerbation of the killing of black people by law enfo...

Things are not as they were The saying goes the only constant in life is change I usually embrace it with open arms I'm not so sure now I'm tired of loved ones slipping through my hands as easily as cool water from the faucet  I'm tired of being financially drained  Living as if I have the bare minimum to survive  I'm tired of holding my head high when others strive to beat me until I'm low I'm tired of fleeting love as I go chasing sunsets I'm tired of my body moving slower than it once did Nights don't give me the solice I need anymore  Drinking feels forced  I avoid medicine to avoid the high Sober and woke It's hard being awake all the time I'm too aware to fall asleep Everyday is a constant battle on what I should do and how I feel War waned and hungry for more from this life, I have grown up I'm able to sustain the illusion of completion While walking around as hollow as the air balloon  Have ...

Black (Woman) Lives Matter (March 31, 2017, 9:49a) Black Lives Matter But more importantly, black women Lives Matter  We are the trees in the forest We are the bearer of fruit  But no one waters our roots We bear the labor of carrying our kings & queens But we still struggle  Our backs are breaking from countless hours of protecting our own  While our backs are exposed to danger I can give you the statistics of the world  But I can't take anymore  I don't need numbers to quantify the hurt in our eyes Mistreatment, misogyny, manslaughter  The black woman is the most unprotected person on the face of the planet But what happens to the forest when you strip it of its trees? When you kill us, there is no longer fruit to survive We are the clothes on your back The food in your stomach  The love in your heart  The hopes & dreams that either keep you up at night in anticipation  Or coo you swee...