The Bridge to Bliss

breathe in remember when i cut you with arts n' crafts scissors back in 2nd grade and momma beat me good for it (oh she did) remember? remember when i burnt you every day with those cheap flat ironS and somehow you still loved me remember? breathe out breathe in remember when that lady at JC Penny cut you and cut you until there was almost no more of you? some "big chop" remember? remember when i cried in my closet i thought our relationship was done i thought we were no more and somehow you still loved me  breathe out and i ran from you i hid from you breathe in until i stopped breathe out remember? remember when we began this journey and i looked a hot mess but somehow you still loved me breathe in breathe out somehow you still loved me and i grew to love you and i grew and you grew breathe in time spent with you is not time on earth it's time of discovery. self-love. beautiful frustration. miserabl

Gimme  Feed me with your brains I don't mean to get gaudy on you. I just want to feel your thoughts inside of my soul Fill me with spoonfuls of your heart I just want to be full, with your love Oh But what of my dietary restrictions That forbid me of consuming Bullshit Deceit Void Save me a meal If the appetizer is "I'm not ready for..." Save me a meal If the entrée is "I can't commit to..." Save me From you If you can't Nourish me Gimme Feed me your best Because I'll only serve my best to you But I'll starve Before I willingly Intake Toxins

I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS SHIT NO MO My mind My mind my mind I’ve been living inside my mind Searching for the answer But avoiding the solution Searching. Avoiding. But I can’t I can’t deal With this shit no mo THIS SHIT Not that shit, which ain’t mine yet I help clean     That shit, which ain’t mine yet I manage     That shit, nah I can’t deal with this shit no mo And if I keep dealing with that shit, I’ll end up going bat shit So I won’t…and I won’t…and I won’t

There is something so unearthing about coming into a love so pure So unfiltered Something so beautiful about having been in a devotion so centered that you don't question whether it is “deserved” Whether you are deserved. Whether you are to be served. There is something so groundbreaking about coming into a love so intense Yet so playful When your fingertips cause oscillations. And your presence heals my frustrations. There is something so emotional about a love. About your love. And who would have known.

I've been in a rut lately. This has definitely been a period of learning what it means to be violently knocked down and having the strength to rise again. Between different opportunities and goals I thought I had but eventually showed themselves not to be so, MAN have I been getting a bunch "no's." So, in an act of resistance and also as a way to start a flow of creativity within myself, I'm starting Detox Poems! Ridding myself of some of the mental and emotional toxins afflicting my life, I will use my love of writing to create art that allows me to speak to this time of my life in a revolutionary way. I hope you will come back every now and then to check up on the poems, and if you feel that these words have resonated with you: I hope you will join me in my detox! I don't have a set posting schedule, as I want to let my mind and soul depict when I create and when I decide to welcome the larger world into my personal creative scope. I hope you al