“Tell me what is life, is it black and white or an explosion of colors setting off at night.”

Bittersweet memories dancing in the pupils of my hollowed out eyes, these sugar-coated recollections attempt to latch onto me ultimately eating me alive.

The lonely willow slowly withering away, until you walked into its unfortunate meadow flowers miraculously emerge heavenly features surge.

You tainted me with your cursed lips apocalypse.

A hint of cigarette drifts through this sweet scent reminds me of you reminiscing until smoke fades from my view.

I hold onto these beloved memories so close to my heart, the thought of forgetting tears me apart.

You call me cruel after I finally chose to love myself fully before you.

You told me you went to hell and back for my sake, when I see your face no signs or trace or effort “for my sake”; here you go again with your lies, go back to hell where you’re welcome to stay.

It was a magical evening that started with chocolate strawberries, following with ripples of kisses and her sweet smile, wishing this night would last longer lets just stay awhile.

I cannot get your voice out of my head, free flowing as it lingers repeating those four haunting words, as I stare at the ring around my finger.

Tracing my fingertips over these open wounds that you carelessly open up, just to be amused; You pick at my sorrow while all I do is care for you.

You are the cream in my coffee as you lather me with your sweet kisses, brightening up my every morning. Your existence is ever so adoring.

Tear me apart cut open my flesh, until I bleed out just like the rest of the mess.

Watching the luminous waves in the darkness of the night we sit side by side, you pull me in and hold me tight, you whisper lets stay this way, till the stars all burn away.

In the midst of these silent nights, the midnight breeze creeps in traveling between the naked trees swaying with elegancy suddenly the moon sings a mysterious melody.

Give me unexpected whether it is good or bad, I learn from it all. As you build or break me in the end, I will stand tall.

I release my handsfree the reins, as the blood diminishes through my empty veins; allowing life to flow as I go into the light that’s resided in my soul.

Once we realize we are all members of humanity, we will want to compete in the spirit of love.

When you fight to honor racists, you show black Tennesseans and all of their allies where you stand, and you continue this cycle of hurt. You can’t change history, but you can change this.

We need to show the world that Black lives not only matter, but are valued, loved, supported, and celebrated.

The only way for prejudiced people to change is for them to decide for themselves that all human beings should be treated fairly.

Black women have always been friends. I mean, if you didn’t have each other you had nothing.

A mental health crises should not end in death.

keep supporting our brothers and sisters out there risking everything to push for actual change for our black lives.

If you ain’t wit us, We ain’t with you all.