“As you buy tampons you will be hit with the realization that you’re still paying in blood.”

Of all the things I had to endure, you were my favorite obstacle.

All I have are the memories and all they do is haunt me.

Nothing worth keeping has ever wanted me back.

Are you native to the land you are spilling blood on?

My love language is saying no and having them listen to me.

Sometimes the thing that destroys you also kisses you on the forehead.

If home is where the heart is, then I don’t know where to go.

She spends an eternity as shelter for men who curse her when the storm passes.

When a black girl dies; the last thing to decompose is her heart.

Alone is the safest I have ever felt.

These hands keep a score of everything.

I poured myself from an empty cup but you weren’t even thirsty.

Brown girls are not band aids for your pain.

I am just a bunch of bad decisions glued together.

You look most like your father when you smile. It’s your ultimate betrayal.

You are a multiple choice exam and I have circled all the wrong answers.

It is terrifying to wonder whether that person you love is a walking red flag or a white flag of surrender dipped in your own blood.

Women like me bleed on command.

I thought of how many places there are in the world that belong in this way to someone, who has it in his blood beyond anyone else’s understanding.

Our government conceived in freedom and purchased with blood can be preserved only by constant vigilance.

I do a healthy blend of mixed martial arts, dancing, functional training, and swimming. These exercises give me ample strength, endurance, flexibility, and stamina.

Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.

I think its so good for boxing when a new guy or new blood as we call it, makes a big statement.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.