“If your mother does not love you well or is no longer here to love you well, may you feel worthy enough to open to the thousand tiny ways the spirit of mother longs to love you today.”

May my children never read this.

You’re rolling me in coffee hands I’m u-turn smoked rubber coming back- oh I’m spent, ask on the still.

When I reached for what I wanted, they said I left my needs behind. But if all birds need is on the ground why then do they fly?

Oh the salt water I had to sweat to realize there was an ocean inside of me.

I found my old diary tonight. A brokenness I had forgotten pen pressured so deep it punctured page. I ran my fingers over my words and there inside ridges black I found a little girl desperate for someone to save her, desperate for the very woman I have become.

This morning I tell the kindest man on earth after two dates, you are good and you are not my man. My man is not as good as you.

I know this won’t always be a good deal for me I make it anyway.

Don’t get too used to being alone.

I want to be in an Jane Austen novel with you.

God is a woman and like every woman has millions of years of men speaking for her.

I keep saying over and over. I’m sorry but I have to go now you are not my person.

I play with the nativity and tell mary she looks good in that color blue.

The day my children move out is years I can count on two hands I have them half this time years I count on one.

I took the bobblehead of him off his refrigerator and kissed it.

Go fuck yourself.

Beautiful creature its time to forgive yourself you were surviving.

I was born to love you with every single beat of my heart. I was born to take care of you every single day of my life.

Every night I’ll kiss you you’ll say in my ear, Oh we’re in love aren’t we?

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward by outward beauty.

How would you feel, if I told you I loved you? It’s just something that I want to do.

Me and Kehlani have music together, and I love her.

Don’t get discouraged with your skin when it doesn’t do what you want it to do, Give it some time. That’s the only way to get to know yourself.

Even though he understood the depths of racism and black oppression, Ali lived his life as a free man—a free loving and lovable man.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.