we let the echoes shape us.
Containing the Details
Within my strength
I enjoy the fear
It teaches me to listen
When the Wolves Begin to Sing
Movements of the sacred ache I. The Knowing There’s something I have always known, in my hips, in my breath, in the heat that wakes me when no one’s there. I was made to be met. Not claimed. Not chased. Met. I do not want fingertips that search, I want hands that remember. Mouth that …
You’ll Not Regret Your Growth
We keep showing up. We keep trying to meet ourselves where we are. And somewhere in between the struggle and the softness, we learn how to bloom.
FLY
Time has taught me better
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A friendly remainder
I Am
I am A Beautiful Black Woman
Nene's Corner 