Category: Change

A Few Moments To Myself

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A break is needed

AI-Generated Image: A Black woman with locs sitting on her couch, reading a book. She is wearing a beige sweater, khaki pants, and the background is soft and mellow with a hint of sunlight breaking through her window. Created with Canva.

I am in production and continued training mode at work. That being said, my focus is on the grind and perfecting the roles I am transitioning through. I am also searching for a part-time WFH job due to the impending rent hike that’s just around the corner.

Needless to say, I need a break.

I want to enjoy all that I can during this coming week at my job, learn more, and devote my time to our patients. I also want to maintain a sense of self as I come to grips with the reality of going back to working two jobs.

I will return to this creative space with the Sunday features: Opening Lyrics To Songs That I Love and Sunday Microfiction next Sunday, August 10, 2025.

For now, please enjoy this groovy tune and a few posts from the past in my absence.

Let Me Grow

What If We Could Haiku the Pain Away?

The Beauty of Love and Creativity

Something To Think About #16

Peace and blessings.

solistitial & jujitsu’d out of love

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Two poems written on Substack notes

solistitial

a solstitial event was
the day she left
silence at the foot
of our friendship.

there is nothing
more heartbreaking
than a woman who
doesn’t know her
heart’s desire being
capable of crushing
the heart of another.

now I have a
timestamp of when
I learned the phrase
“I will never hurt you.”
has an unspoken addendum:

“unless I’m afraid of what
your love can do
to me.”

jujitsu’d out of love

I’m at a point where
my mind is debating
with my heart to
not have it jujitsu
it anymore.

it’s tired of fighting a
fight for lackluster
love and never
winning.

I used to be a
strategic runner–
hurdling over dead
weight and con
people.

now I lean into
obstacles with heavy
artillery stationed
around my person.

I handle war much
differently in my
older years.

I know how my
battles often portray
themselves, and I
fight smart not hard.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

T-Shirt Message #3

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Encouraging messages that have been AI-generated as I grow through the messes and joys of life.

I know it’s not an actual “T-Shirt”, but I didn’t envision my dude looking suave in anything other than a button-down. His voice was as smooth as butter, and he looks like how I’ve always pictured my maternal grandmother’s father (whom I’ve never met) in my head. AI-Generated Image: An older White man with his hands clasped and a sweet smile on his face, wearing a beige shirt with the words, “Thank you for being there” on it. Created with Canva.

When you help someone in need, they remember it.

Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. –Leo Tolstoy

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. –Aesop

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment, as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

T-Shirt Message #2

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Encouraging messages that have been AI-generated as I grow through the messes and joys of life.

AI-Generated T-Shirt Message #2: He’s Still In Control. Created with Canva.

Psalm 46:10: “Be still, and know that I am God.”
Romans 8:28: “All things work together for good for those who love God.” 

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment, as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

the dog and the sandman

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the dog is dead
to the world.
this kind of sleep
is what I used to have
before the change,
before the crush.

there’s too much worry
in my bones – too much
brokenness. I am
whole-body ache in
need of a salve that’s evergreen.
who will deliver?

Wednesday is just
another day that my
body confuses with
Thursday, and the mind
battles with it – warring
with an enemy who
has an army of an
undisclosed amount.

I am stuck in the middle.
the dog is still dead
to the world.
she didn’t raise her head
or bat an eye.
the sandman who visits
her is clearly not the
one who will beat down
my door tonight.

The Sunday Night Routine

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NaPoWriMo #21

I melt into myself from
a lazy day that mainly
incorporates working out,
reading, writing, cooking,
staying sane, and trying not
to spiral.

I morph into my grandmother,
who is almost 90 years old.
She is a worrier who doesn’t
understand the word “No.”
I overthink. I overanalyze.
I overcompensate for things
I should have acknowledged
from my past.

The dog is clingier than normal.
I think she believes I will
disappear without a moment’s
notice.
The TV is background noise.
It assists and acts as my
co-writer and co-creator.

I miss out on sleep waiting for
the “I’m home” message from
the crush.
She’s a night owl who walks
home from her second job,
which tears my nerves all
the way up, but I applaud extra
efforts in the pursuit of
monetary excellence.

I say several prayers that
usually involve me questioning
what God has in store for
my impending future, and
I plop my exhausted body
down on the pillow top with
the enhanced cooling foam
mattress topper, and sink into
a deep sleep.

I wake up in the middle
of the night to relieve
myself, but I don’t want
Sunday to end.
Soon after, it does. And I
am left longing for its
presence, hoping the next
five days will hurry up.

I miss Friday already.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.