I will not dwell in the darkness of shadows — I am supposed to follow specific guidelines — certain rules and regulations in order to survive during my workdays. Things have to be adhered to. People have to be pedestal’d and respected whether or not they deserve it. I get it. I’ve walked this walk and hummed this tune for…

A “Colours of Love and Barriers” theme published in SETU Magazine poem — I wake up with three strikes against me every morning; I’m Black, a woman, and bisexual. Before I take my first sip of coffee, or walk my dog or relieve the pressure my sinuses issue daily, I am a prisoner of a wrathful world. There are some who deny the…

Pictures tell the stories we can’t seem to share — I had one rollercoaster of a week. Work was hectic until Thursday afternoon. We had major issues with our phones and there had also been some connectivity issues which made our jobs extremely difficult. …

Free Verse Poetry — I seek the hardness of you — want nothing more than to sink in the parts that make you strong and give you a softness you haven’t been able to allow yourself to consume. It’s time. It’s time. I know the shell you hide in — it’s the same one…

You get Chapel Hart and it’s Black Joy — I am not a fan of America’s Got Talent. I do not watch the show, but I have a very close friend who shares videos of performances with me she believes I’ll love. She is always right. Thanks, Alexainie! The following performance, which aired on July 19, 2022, led me…

Free Verse Poetry — I used to date a boy from the West Side who went to our school on the East Side — we were both young and dumb, unattached to anything, still searching for our own scents and places to belong. I hadn’t yet found the courage to tell young men, I also…

Stepping out of my comfort zone and finally feeling free — I have done three different things this week, all of which have taken me out of my comfort zone a bit, and placed me in a space I had not met before. I will start with the why of it all. Why have I done these things? What am I…

Flash Fiction — It was 4:30 pm on a Friday afternoon. Taylor sat tucked into herself on the windowsill of her grandmother’s sitting-room window. She held her favorite toy close to her heart — Paisley; her stuffed unicorn. Nana Meena’s place is the only place where she could fall asleep. Her youngest brother…