Getting Ready

I've been silent long enough... It is not that I haven't had anything to say as much as I can't find the words to express it without lashing out on the world. Let me start by saying that things here have been stressful to say the least. Everything I've known, expected, loved and in some cases believed in has been challenged. So many things have been revealed to me and its left me confused.

But I leave all those stresses and worries behind as I get ready. Not just for vacation but for change that I can believe in. New experiences, challenges, new expectations..new stuff! I'm tired of sitting on the sidelines watching people live the lives that I've wanted (no it's not jealousy). I'm tired of giving advice that I wish I had the balls to take. I'm tired of being afraid to take risks that would make me happy!

So as I sit in silence with my cup of Green Tea I'm mentally packing.

Don't Lie To Me...

don’t lie to me

we’re not friends…
you made that very clear
with you backbiting
lying
and cheating ways

we’re not “compatible”
we share no common bonds
neither common interest nor hobbies
our kids are not friends…

you don’t know my story
my hut
my pain
my joys

So why lie to me?
why do something so “sacred”?
why place your self on a pedestal when you’re nothing to me?

you’re not that important to me,
not your truths, and especially not your lies….
such a waste of time
of space…of air…of life…of words

and now that I think about you
you know, in the grand scheme of things
YOUR’E INSIGNIFICANT


lie to someone who cares,
but please
don’t lie to me

Five Whole Years....

Today marks Five whole years since I decided to go "natural and I could not be happier with my hair.

I was tired of portraying a "false beauty" by straightening and texterizing my hair and I wanted to show my daughter that We/She/I was beautiful just the way God had made me with my kinky/curly/tightly woven hair.

When I decided to chop it all off everyone thought I had lost my mind...especially my mother-in-law, and Kyle wasn't too happy either. I remember Zoe running down the stairs in tears because she thought I was going to cut her hair too...

I went a few months trying to figure out what was "next", wearing Afro's, and even head wraps...but overtime I grew to love my hair. I'm still figuring out what works best for my hair, and what to avoid. I can feel the texture change as I experiment with products, and even styles.

From nappy Afro's, to straight and sleek I love my Hair - which is something I am proud to be able to say...