Not long ago, I go to sit down with Erin from 2 Elephants in the Room to discuss process. We talked about how I completely fell apart in 2015, the extra-marital assualt that catalyzed my young divorce, and how writing allowed me the massive permission I needed to heal and breathe. You can listen to the episode below.
my heart is tired
This list is part black-women-who-get-it and part stark resource for searching black lady souls. Resources that help us calculate our grief and separation from White Christianity are very slim. I invite you to peruse the following books that have been very helpful for me in my process.Read More
you may never be good enough
for some people. and that's okay,
but if you aren't good enough for you;
if you can't find joy
in the constellations falling
from your own lips;
or love the way your skin
holds onto of the mem'ries
that have carved a backbone inside you;
or embrace how your laughter
coats the insides of your own
if you can't be good enough for you
then you will become lost.
you will disappear
of a word,
or a smile,
that may never come.
I have been finding myself drinking in
everything that is black womanhood.
Everything that is tight curl and spice;
the unfiltered verses of a welcome song.
My tongue is a siren soaked in blackness
And it is beautiful.
It is the ink of ocean. Every inch of me is
an open palm soaked in moon.
How did I not know that my lungs
were meant to breathe in this deep water?