“Doing good and being good; are two different things. The first is a shirt we put on, take off. The latter is our skin.”

You were fully clothed in lies, I was naked in truth. Still, when morning came It was I who survived the cold.

There is no such thing as ‘little’ acts of kindness. Every kind act, is grand powerful. Meant to take up space.

I have seen men, choose violence time after time. And in turn, I have seen violence choose them.

‘Why are we here?’ I inquired of my body, spirit, and soul. ‘Here to do whatever feels good.’ Said the first. ‘Here to do what feels good.’ Said the second. ‘Here to choose.’ Said the third. ‘Between both.’

“No” is such a controversial word. Clear, resounding when uttered by men. By women, Low, muffled. Sounds like “yes.”

To know more, I must first admit that I know nothing. Only on a blank page, can words be written.

Ran out of time, before we even began. How long will the road not taken be starved of footprints?

I no longer ask humans, for a definition of love. For, they tend to force on her, the traits of those who have either treated them well or not at all.

Both strong and weak may survive; if neither takes too seriously, the titles of ‘strong’ and ‘weak’.

A natural law; ‘forgive them or become them.’ slowly, unnoticeably, surely.

A lot of my mistakes, are birthed by curiosity. Like a child, drawn to fire; I came for the light and found pain instead.

Ears quick to listen. Lips, slow to speak. I take, so that I may give.

I used to envy the sun, for having seen it all. I was wrong. Left with nothing to see, how bored she must be.

Doubts are powerful. They, not only demand we look again, they tell us what to see.

Patience is not the ability to wait. It is, how we wait; an attitude so unruffled, that none can tell if we’re waiting or not.

Spiritual or religious. Which will you be? Society, asks of me. Inscribe my name on the list. I said, Of which has more compassion in it.

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.

When I heard Aretha, I could feel her emotional delivery so clearly. It came from down deep within. That’s what I wanted to do.

Maybe the line between self respect and ego is called sanity.

I think you are who you are, and your kids will see who you are. So you’d better be a good person, because they are going to see it, and that’s going to shape them. They are going to become you.

If a man does not have the sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can be lost in the sauce.

Fear is where there is no love. Love is where there is no fear.

When you welcome your emotions as teachers, every emotion brings good news, even the ones that are painful.

I’ve always expressed myself best through writing. I’ve gotten out all of my deepest feelings that way for as long as I can remember.