Category: poetry

  • Dear Future Husband

    I pray for you often.But today, I pray you had a good day.I hope you’re journaling,pen to paper,so one day you can catch me upon all the moments I’ve missed. Sometimes I picture myself fixing your plate first,serving you not just foodbut life.Pouring into you until you overflow.My words, sweet as honey,never sharpened into weaponsunless […]

  • Anatomy of My Guarded Heart

    When did I get to this point of self-preservationPutting my heart on reservationProtecting myself subconsciously with no communicationI’m smiling but I’m sadI used to love freelyOpen up to someone I thought would complete meSubmit to him as if he could lead meYet they always leave meSteer clear of an avoidant attachmentThey push and pull in […]

  • Flinching Towards the Sun

    The light at the end of the tunnel was blinding.After years of walking forward in faith,my steps felt aimless.I carried deep isolation in my chest,while holding the hands of my children,even as I prayed,“God, be a lamp unto my feet.”As I reached the end,the sun met my face with a kiss.But I nearly turned away […]

  • Today’s Forecast

    I felt sad today.Not in a way that’s newor worth announcingbut still, I felt it.The weight of lifesat heavy on my chest.Maybe that’s why I hesitatedto get out of bed,muttering a prayermy heart barely believed.I spoke life over myselfwhile sadness triedto sink its teeth in.It wasn’t depression;I tossed that blanket offa long time ago.Sadness now […]

  • Still Mine

    I know exactly who I am.A slow burn wrapped in silk and smirks.Eye contact that steals the breath from your lungs,has you clutching your pearlsor something harder.Smile like sunriseresurrecting your will to sin.Face card? Never declines,even when I’m the one denying access.I’m the chaos you crave.Your favorite headachein stilettos and intuition.I see the flicker behind […]

  • I Keep the Couch Warm

    it’s not that i don’t know how i feel,it’s that i feel everything all at oncedeeplyit’s not that i’m stuck in my head i’ve made a home herewhere i’m understoodsitting on the couch of thoughts watching memories on replayremote in my handyet,i just want someone to come insidesit with mecut the TV off let their […]

  • My Tears Fell in Gethsemane

    The cost of obedience?Well, I paid for obedience with seed.I am reaping grief,in the currency of tears. I pray every dropis feeding the soilof something yet to bloom.That which felt wastedwill one day return bountiful.That the pain wasn’t aimlessbut sowing purpose,deep and unseen. I carried my cross todayas I walked toward my crucifixion.On the tree […]

  • L’Art de la Surrender

    He don’t gotta speak loudHis spirit makes me stand at attention.His presence commands respect without asking.All it takes is a look, and I already know.He ain’t moved by chaoshe commands atmosphere,shifts temperature with intention,grounds me when I drift.His leadership isn’t performance it’s a lifestyle,rooted in consistency,anchored in purpose.His confidence doesn’t seek approvalit comes from knowingwho […]

  • Friendship, Maybe

    “It’s not that deep.” But it was everything to me. When people enter my life,I pray for them deeply,pour my heart out in silent sermonsmaybe too much, maybe too freely. Love isn’t something you earn,it’s a flame you offer without guard.But I could tell he had been told to work for it,like love was a prize […]

  • Read Between Me

    I am fluent in nuance,innuendo,things left unsaid. The tension betweenlonginganddesirea language of restraint. A glance across the roomthat lingers,brief enough to deny,charged enough to betray. Fingertips trace invisible lines,mapping the space between,breathing promises without sound,a silent pull beneath stillness. To the casual eyenothing.But below the surface,something stirs,a current pulling slow. I know this language well.It’s […]

  • When Eye Met Her Gaze

    I’m thinking about the onesitting across from me in the mirror.“What about her?”is what I ask myself, soft but steady.When will I choose meinstead of aching to be chosen?I am already chosen by the Most High.By God.By the One who saw me before I saw myself.Savior of my story.Yet I’ve spent yearscrucifying my joy,my brilliance,my […]

  • A Letter to Jilly

    Gratefulbarely carries the weightof what I feel when your name crosses my mind. A sister,confidant,a mother,to me. You wore many hatsbefore you ever had a chance to choose your crown. Bore scars in silence,bruises left not by fists,but by mouths that misunderstood your obedience. “Drink water if you’re not full”a line that echoes like a […]

  • Layers of Me

    Knowing that God sees me should be enough.But sometimes my heart and mind don’t connect.Sometimes words are not enough. On sacred pages,I highlight and underline:He will never leave you nor forsake you. My mind believes it.But the uncovered anger in my heartIt questions God’s goodness,Not because of who He is,But because of what people have […]

  • The Boy He Buried

    I met a little Black boystanding at the edge of himself,barefoot on memory,wrapped in a silence too loud to ignore. He didn’t speak.He scanned the room for exits,for falsehood,for hands that meant harm disguised as help. He didn’t trust my softness.He squinted at my smile,like it was sunlighttoo warm to believe inafter winters he never […]

  • Mic in Hell’s Hand

    Sometimes, the devil’s vesselis the one holding the mic. Wolves in sheep’s clothing,well-dressed, well-versed,quoting scriptures they don’t livewhile demons do the ad-lib. Puppet masterswith their hands up backs,while the devil’s handis up their back, controlling the minds of lambs and sheep,controlling the wallets,the votes,the fear. Exploiting the poor,the orphan,the widow,and the rich A cannibal,feasting on […]

  • Veil of Longing

    Being desired has never been enough.It never lasts.It’s loud at first, then disappears when things get quiet. It touches the surface but never lingers long enoughto understand what lives underneath. It sees the body  but not the burden.The smile,  but not the silence behind it. It fades,but I was never meant to dim with desire […]

  • Eden in His Hands

    I want a love.Not the kind that grazes the surface and leaves,but the kind that kneels beside me when I am wearyand prays until Heaven bends to listen. I cannot do casual.I am temple.I am veil torn and sacred ground,the kind of woman you take your shoes off to stand before. He honors my body […]