A lovely night under the sun, can’t beat how many times you beat your meat, just for me to come home and I say ‘no’ to you. If it will be, then let matters be.

He picks up what I put down. He talks for me, while I complete his every sentence. It isn’t fear that stops a woman from loving more. But. I can say, it is knowing that she must uncomfortably sacrifice day in and day out.

There’s no right or wrong way to live. No one knows for sure which way is crooked. Until it is that you’ve found faith or dove into a clingy space of motherhood that the owner of that blood flow unbinds the will of man and taint the waters of humanity. To be or to not to be a woman?

Deciding between a wide-tooth comb and whether or not Vaseline has overpowered my use of cocoa butter is quite the investigation. If only I were to say a fairer skinned person had nothing to do with the blackest of cultures, then I might want to pinch myself because even in that the doves would cry. And on that note, we find ourselves learning to do more integrating of multiple worlds where there are no grey areas.

Some past times are better left dreamt. But though only, will it find its way back into the eyes that gleam for joy. They say memories will fade, but in some life spent, they don’t.

There was no rule book to life, when peaking through the womb. But to imagine if the chicken or the egg came first is like asking what did you see first, the mirror or your reflection?

And so it was that the Pharaoh was tormented by flies, flees, twigs and hopping frogs. Even the quail and manner couldn’t be fooled as to who it was that they were to feed, when dropping from the chromed sky. Who in your circle is in need?

Everybody gotta go someday. So why not give this charity a time of swept-messed-flesh? Only on a lonely black road will you still find yourself flirting with a testament that you can’t give your freshest kin the next blessing-win. And why?

Since we were raised to value the black dollar, now it is so that the dollar has no weight, no mold, no color.

She overcame a vessel that was sinking and blocking a blessing to be present. There’s no soul, if there is but a message.

Every love has a right to have a winner and a loser, but sometimes even the loser beats himself up just to see his woman smile. A better ship to wreck.

learning to recognize your true voice: It is not the one that belittles harshly, it is not the one that confuses. Your true voice is rooted in love, of self and others. It's the one that encourages, supports, validates, and uplifts in kindness and truth. Learning to recognize your inner voice begins with small steps to set aside the voices of trauma that have ruled your mind for so long. It's choosing the softer, gentler sentence over and over and over again. This is the art of recognizing your voice. P.S. Your true voice is also humorous, sarcastic, playful, serious and every divine expression in between, and it's all yours.

Health is not merely the absence of disease; it's a state of complete physical, mental, and social well-being.” – World Health Organization

The Chupacabra, a cryptic creature first reported in Puerto Rico in the 1990s, continues to haunt our collective imagination. This bloodsucking beast, known for draining livestock of their blood, evokes a chilling fear that transcends folklore. Descriptions range from hairless canines to alien-like beings with glowing eyes, yet its true nature remains elusive. As reports of sightings surface globally, the Chupacabra embodies our primal fears, reminding us that not all mysteries are meant to be unraveled. In the shadows, this enigma persists—forever haunting the line between legend and reality.

As I stood on my porch listening to the sounds below me, I suddenly had the thought about where those sirens were heading. I live just a few blocks from where I run a small retail store on a busy shopping strip in downtown, and sadly, there are many on that street and surrounding areas who are without home, without any sort of support, and in some cases, without their sanity.

There are too many suffering right now in this world, just one person suffering is too many, however, to ignore it is to add to it and personally, as down as I am about the holidays, I realize that I cannot be selfish, self-involved, or rude at any time of the year. The Holidays, despite how we are spending them this year or any year, we must be diligent when it comes to those who suffer, who struggle, and who beg.