Like Afro beats the rhythm captures my roots, my heritage, the song of the ancestors. Blessed am I the way… Read more Dance to the rhythm of now
Passion was once something I possessed then through my possession my grip grew faint.
Jose… Why do I reach for you when my soul’s dehydrated? Knowing I need to quench my thirst, I call… Read more The Cuervo Effect
On a quest to manifest my destiny, the stress in me has me questioning my life’s authenticity, so don’t judge… Read more Gender-fied
Lessons never hurt so good. Make me grow as a woman as I knew they would. Teach me what I… Read more Weeping Willow
I love money. There I said it. I love the finer things, exotic even. I have a need for speed,… Read more Confessions Part 1 (The Realization)
All neurosis is blocked creativity. Our greatest pain is our unfulfilled creative potential. – anonymous
Today is uncertain. Trying to connect the dots and exist right here right now. Avoiding the plaguing thought of society’s… Read more Resurface