The modern man will never understand the modern woman “Women back in the day respected their husbands” “She stayed home and took care of the
What words could I form to inform you of your worth? It seems cliche to use passive turns of phrase So I’ll tell you by
Little light, tell me why you always stand alone? Your fearsome fire deserves to be admired by those near and far Your light so fervent
Now ain’t that funny? You don’t buy black cuz it’s “too expensive,” But let Calvin, Gucci, or Prada do it you go running to it
She is as fragile as a flower on the inside Pretty as a pink peony on the outside But we will never understand what nutrients
For some time, I was ashamed of my own name. The length, the complexity It was all too much to explain. Many would call it
My Escape As I look through the reflective glass I think I think of all the pain it’s caused me I think of how my
missing a word with so many different meanings a feeling you’ll never get back you will forever carry it in your heart but in the
Beauty, I’ve learned, must never be rushed Nine months are required, at least Beauty can’t be bought, no matter what is said or seen For
What would it take For a voice like mine to be heard For a body like mine to be respected For my potential to be
Friends, there is a miracle for praise to be! For the Goddess of Justice can finally see! With the balancing scales in her right hand,
I dreamt of my Harlem Renaissance, but in elementary school, we split crayons. I moved, got into the bougie school Where they talk to me
