When I was in New York, I found the inspiration I needed to continue writing. My cousins support my writing, so they were generous enough to buy me two poetry books filled with daily writing prompts. Of course, I haven't been writing in them daily, so I decided to close my eyes and flip the page until it lands on whatever prompt for me to write.
The first time I admitted to my father I was going through a depressive episode he looked at me with concerned in his eyes. The words that followed made me instantly regret ever saying a word.
I don't discriminate.... but my dating life says otherwise. I have a type that I seem to attract and vice versa. The complexion I go for happens to be in the dark brown range; between Caribbean morenos and/or country morenos. There's no in between. I didn't think much of it growing up, I just found them so damn handsome! I remember in elementary school I had the biggest crush on this Bahamian boy. He had such beautiful pearly whites, dark skin, and gorgeous brown eyes. See, I told y'all my type has been the same since I was a kid.
Do you ever notice when someone asks us to describe ourselves, we are quick to mention every single one of our flaws. What makes me cringe? "Tell me about yourself."