A couple of years ago, I wrote a poem about depression and the church. Although it has aged well, it is still a major issue, especially in the African American community. I follow this guy on TikTok who does these parodies of parent and child, talking about parenting and mental health. He does one where […]
Before I start, let me start off by saying that I love being a mom to my kid. I have the most amazing daughter in the world. She is kind, honest, bold and brave. She challenges me as a woman and mother. She makes me see myself in ways that I didn’t think were possible.
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“Life is filled with swift transitions.” That was the first thing that came to mind when I decided to write this post. The past couple of months have been a very interesting place for me. I’m not sure if anyone else could feel it, but a major shift took place a couple of months ago.
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A couple of years ago, I started therapy. I had always been an advocate for therapy, but this time, I needed it to start unpacking some things in my own life. I would go here and there for a little maintenance, but something happened that forced me to start going regularly. It was life-changing. Not
I stopped looking outside of myself for what I needed I decided to crawl into myself and nestle in I made a cocoon out of all of the things that I felt like I was missing- Love Peace Happiness Acceptance Grace Forgiveness And when I emerged The butterfly of joy flapped its beautiful wings I
“I want to be with you.” But he knew I wasn’t ready He knew I didn’t have the capacity to give my heart away He knew I lacked trust But at every turn, he made sure his words came with action I was stubborn, this I knew And that didn’t matter to him He wanted
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I say to him mid-sentence We were in the middle of a heavy debate But the way he looked at me, I couldn’t turn away “I’m just trying to drink you in.” He looked at me with the wonder in his eyes I marveled at his bravery
He felt like summertime 82 and breezy Shade trees Sun glasses Strawberry lemonade with a splash of vodka Sunshine Poolside Cool waters Sun kissed skin Road trips Loud music Sing alongs Laughter Dancing all night long Karaoke Line dancing Seafood and dessert He felt like my favorite drink Jack and coke with cherries The way
He was always intentional with his words Slow to speak Even slower to anger He was wise beyond his years His words were firm yet gracious He made safety a priority Remembering that I was a delicate flower, but he spared no correction in love I loved the way he commanded my attention No other
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