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Good Hands
I think about you and the sides of my eyes crinkle as I smile,Your name flashes up on my phone and instantly my heart rate increases. I am in good hands, Steady and safe,I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel it in my gut,Be it the ways in which you give me…
Rekeisha
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My Irrational Thoughts
I’ve begun to recognize a pattern within myself, and despite being able to know that it’s not stemming from actual reality, what I have found is that’s it’s harder and harder for me to stop my mind from spiraling. May your choices reflect your hopes and not your fears. Nelson Mandela Typically speaking, I am…
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I Settled
I realized the other day,That I settled for people who didn’t truly love me,I bore myself, Ripped wide open with the blind belief that love would see me through, Only to be left shattered and broken,I settled for charlatans, Men who were unwilling to truly share all parts of themselves,I pushed aside my doubts, Took…
Rekeisha
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Is There Such A Thing As A Love Narcissist?
I’ve been thinking a lot about love and dating and all of its complexities, and it got me thinking about the attention it can garner and whether you can get hooked on the “love bombing”, but not actually be seeking a genuine connection. See what I mean in this week’s post. Is there such a…
Rekeisha
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Overcompensating As A Mother…
With this year’s Mother’s Day freshly behind us, it got me thinking about my role as a mother and the ways in which I do not see the weight of the task ahead of me, and the ways in which I feel I am lacking. This week on the blog, I share the ways in…
Rekeisha
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How Dating Outside of my Culture, Reignited My Love for It
I shouldn’t have to specify or clarify, but because I want to be clear and I don’t want my words to be misunderstood or misconstrued- I have always loved my culture, I have loved experiencing and sharing in Black joy and genuinely embracing the interesting cocktail that is being a melanated person walking this planet.…
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Sweater
I found your sweater, Casually draped over the chair,Its lilac colour instantly catching me eye,Met with an equal amount of disappointment for you that you had mistakenly left it behind,But also with joy, because I knew I would slip it on,I dive my face into the fabric and take in your scent,Your body was up…
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Book Review: Black Girls Must Die Exhausted
I would be lying if I said the title of this book didn’t initially grab my attention, I don’t know much about it and thought, why not? I’m not so sure if that was the best decision, but in this week’s blog post, you’ll see the reason’s why. I review the 1st part Jayne Allen’s…
Rekeisha
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Glass Heart
I have a gift for you, I have given it much thought,To find a way to show to you,Just how much I feel about you,This gift isn’t one you can find in a store,Yet it took me some time to gather and collect,Parts of it, dented and possibly bruised,I am handing over my glass heart,Trying…
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The Ways In Which I Shrunk Myself
In life, we will get knocks, we will be challenged and we will inevitably grow and should learn from all of them, but sometimes someone says something or we make certain adjustments and it lingers. Recently, I have been thinking about the ways in which it became the norm for me to reduce myself and…