#warmenough

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I tried to do good by you 

Ya never knew what I been through

Nod ya head, pretend just right

Then casually forget during a fight

Nothing comes easy, not even a choice

& priority one was finding my voice

Stuck in a whirlwind of cyclical dances

Path less traveled worth my chances

Summertime

             Skylines

Dancing off the tongue 

Sometime 

            My mind

Is a song unsung

Can’t know what u don’t see

& u ain’t trying to know me

My spirit left unkept 

Like a wild mane except

The parts kept inside

For the soul to confide 

This wandering heart of mine

        its’ fervent, honest way

Makes it hard to remember

        don’t trust a word u say

Summer of ’15

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It’s weird…making decisions. Deciding who you want to be. To make that a conscious process instead of autopilot. Because frankly, auto pilot is no good. 

Mistakes define us; they serve as pivotal moments where our response is everything–it’s a lesson, a truth, a defining moment. Without mistakes we would never learn anything… But there is the risk of it becoming a visible maar, a characteristic more permanent than ever meant. In ways I don’t realize my mistakes haunt & mentally block energy that keep me stagnant.

I value the past, maybe more than I should. I’m a lover of nostalgia & while it can render a vulnerbleness; I am earnest in my belief that carrying it alongside a fervent truth of will–my future will be met with gumption & heart. I’m ready to level up, take chances and chase some dreams.

Let’s do this.

Fiyah

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A woman of her own right

Tryna make a move

Everyone got their opinions

Knot feeling my groove

Until you walk my path less traveled

Imma dance to the beat in mah chest

Not sure what I want

But know what I don’t

I won’t stop

Even if I’m broke

Cause trials bring perseverance

And perseverance, hope

Gotta keep moving

Laying down tracks

Cause this locomotivated lady

Gonna have you saying

Mama do you, do you

Got nothing to prove

I’m a run on

Sentence with no ending

And people gather round

To see what I’m selling

It ain’t trends, jewels or flashy thangs

More like a soul food

For you hungry earthlings