suicide

Ramblings…

Black people wake up and no matter what trauma we experience as a community, we have to go into work …

Free flowing

African history was not a part of my upbringing. I was about survival. No different from any other African child …

Invitation to Dinner

Hi Depression, Sorry I missed your call earlier, but I am calling you now. I know it’s that time of …

Morning

I am awake, again Unable to sleep, restless No words to pray, seeking No thoughts developing, silence Fatigued with energy, …

A Fight for our Women

There is no doubt that most people in the world have experienced domestic abuse. I was hit with extension cords, …

My Journey: The Album

Well, folks, it’s here.¬† After all these years I have finally completed my first Hip Hope CD.¬† How did I …

It feels like months

Where have I traveled?

A place of mystery and uncertainty

I can’t believe I am here

In this place, at this moment

Thinking, relishing, questioning

My purpose, my call, my existence

Surrounded but alone

Clinging to hope yet untethered

Trapped in the crevices of thought

I’ve traveled here before

It’s uncomfortable, that face, the reflection

Its shadow reaching out to hug me

Whispers of I love you, you have a purpose

You exist for a reason

I don’t embrace it

I turn off the light

Tears run down the mirror

I’ve been here before, it hasn’t been days

It’s been hours

In front of an empty table

Food cold, coffee bland, water lukewarm

Depression says hello