Not a memory, not a story, but a friend.
The girl and her mirror, which tells her the heart she carries is regal
we let the echoes shape us.
Containing the Details
Within my strength
I enjoy the fear
It teaches me to listen
HER
In heart I remember life In wanting I desire time In hope I find joy that washes my feet The taste of music on my skin And in this space I fold into myself again Let the ache rise and fall like quiet waves
Wonders, I say
How awareness feels like rebirth
The Things I’m Not Meant to Say
The world, Oh the world
The Reflections Hanging in the Mirror
Each voice, each stare, each pause in breath a different piece of me.
To all the men I’ve loved before…
Where knowing finds me To all the men I have loved before, You threw me into a river, believing I’d drown— but my heart became one with the current, and I realized I had no reason to be worried. Gently, I flowed into larger waters, where your hooks and lines searched eagerly to find me. …
Tradition
Stuck on the past so I want to share something old as something new. I hope you enjoy it 🙂
My mother’s perfume
Love how my mother’s body and clothes never forgets who she is even with perfume on✨
I Am
I am A Beautiful Black Woman
Nene's Corner 