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Stepping Into My Soft Girl Season
Social media can have some interesting names to coin certain terms and sometimes they can be catchy without content, but when I stumbled across the #softgirlseason I instantly related. So, this week on the blog, I share how I am fully embracing and stepping into this season of my life. Have a read and see…
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My Toxic Traits
Dating profiles; are nonsense- they’re meant to be quick, catchy, show a slice of your personality and if you’re lucky you come off a slither interesting. But it got me thinking ( typically ) what if we wrote about the not so attractive parts of ourselves? What if we skipped past the typical conversation points…
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Clingy
I hate the way this makes me feel,A deep yearning for you,Seeing you, being around you,It’s one thing to feel it, but expressing it Only seems to make me feel clingy,Like lint stuck in Velcro,Pulling it away but some always remains Clingy, like hot air in a cold room,Your breath lingers even though you aren’t…
Rekeisha
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Best Years
They say not to spend much time thinking of the past, But what if my past was wasted on those undeserving, What if I gave the best of me to someone who couldn’t love the worst of me? But what if the well of my love has been bled dry for missed trust and broken…
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Running
For a long time, all I did was run,Avoid my feelings, Mask the vulnerability and put on a brave face,Show the face I thought they wanted to see,Be strong, courageous and smile through the self-doubt,I didn’t need anyone, I had myself,No one could disappoint, if I didn’t let them get close enough to,So, I kept…
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Book Review: The Prophets
Sometimes you pick up a book, and you just KNOW it will leave a mark on you, some things are just seamless and this book is one of them. Though chosen because I am expanding my exploration of books from Black authors, I was pleasantly surprised by the subject matter and the wonder that this…
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Deep Gut
For the first time, I got this feeling,A sudden realization that I love you,I felt the ground beneath me move,Realign,Like all of my lenses were in sharp focus,A punch in the gut,Gasping for air,The love that will hurt, You have so quickly been wrapped into my world,I can no longer see it without you,I can…
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Diverse Books For Kids
Books, books, books! So many to choose from and so little time! Or at least that’s my issue with adult books, which seems to have transferred onto my daughter! Over the past few years and especially with the influx of more and more Black voices being given the platform and their over due space, many…
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Asking For Help
When I tell you that in recent years I have come a LONG way- let me tell you. I was and in some respects still am that girl who will do it all. Herself. Alone. Struggling, but still doing it alone. I don’t know if it’s the Sagittarius in me, the 2nd child syndrome or…
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What Was So Wrong With How We Grew Up?
I don’t know if it’s inherent in me getting older and naturally thinking of the “good old days” or if it’s because I’m a mother and I am now making some of the same decisions my mother would have made, but it’s got me thinking of just how much things have changed. Some for the…