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Unapologetically Awkward Black Queen.
I write from my experiences.
Chelsea Loves Yoga
They say that it's hard to be what you cannot see. Admittedly the old adage is slightly ablest, but definitively ingenious when it comes to describing the moment you see yourself in the work of others. Because up until that moment when you're able to see even a fraction of what you've been dreaming of you feel that fire.
Fat, hot tears swelled the windows to her soul. They hung to the peak of her cheekbones until they sauntered down to the crease of her smile. The release felt poetic as the rain softly raced down the windowpane. The sunned street outside formed a breathy mist. The flowers lining the brick sidewalk waltz with the raindrops.
"Ladies, listen." Erykah Badu opens the track on Sprite adorned turntables, beckoning her fellow femcees to spit their truth during the BET Hip Hop Awards 20, Ladies First Cypher. The sponsorship from the popular soft drink brand is all too fitting as the cypher demands its audience to, "obey your thirst" for these iconic Black women in music.
Four Corner Trip
We all need a space that serves as an escape, even for just a moment. Escapism (n) - habitual diversion of the mind to purely imaginative activity or entertainment as an escape from reality or routine. According to Merriam-Webster.
- First Place in Cookie Swap Challenge
Santa is Lactose Intolerant
When you type 'Santa's favorite cookie' into Google you will find a myriad of recipes to baking a delicately goldened, moist, sugar cookie adorned with milk chocolate candy shaded ruby red and green sapphire. You know the kind... the kind of cookie that smells like chestnuts roasting on an open fire. The kind of cookie that while baking sounds like the giggle of children dancing in the snow. The kind of cookie that allows you to taste the physical manifestation of Christmas in your mouth. Festively dressed and designed to be Santa's own personal brand of Red Bull during his most crucial hour of need... the Eve of Christmas.
Dear Jonathan, I never quite know how to start these messages. It seems silly to ask, "How's it going?" Those three words feel so tired in 2020. Exhausted from overuse and met with an often unappreciated response.
A Day of Peace in a Time of Isolation
I wake to a familiar view - white ceiling with dandelion whiskers. I blow out a heavy exhale filled with the wish for a day of peace. The stale room's air slowly fills my lungs as I let out another exhale.