
Oh Baltimore, Be Good to Me
Oh Baltimore, Be Good to Me As I sit to write this piece, listening to the amazing Ludovico Einaudi, I have to stop to feel. Feel the intense emotions flooding my heart. While I am deeply excited, thrilled, enthralled even, I am also sitting with the feelings of the unknown. The feelings of change. And while change is good, it’s scary. In the Good Book, God told Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you.” And I knew it was time to leave. I’ve always known I would leave, but now

Self-Doubt Is The Lie We Hold Onto For Comfort
When Fear Sounds Logical I’ve realized recently that self-doubt is rarely loud. It doesn’t usually sound like:“I’m scared.”“I don’t believe in myself.”“I’m afraid to fail.” If anything, self-doubt often sounds responsible. It sounds logical.Practical.Measured.Realistic. I noticed this during a conversation with a friend recently. They asked why I hadn’t started pursuing a business venture they believed I would be great

The Art of Not Being Figured Out
I Can’t Read Her I’ve spent a lot of time trying not to be figured out. I’m quite good at it. Primarily because I’ve been doing it since I was a child. It’s not surprising that I went on to get a bachelor’s and master’s degree in psychology because I’ve been obsessed with statistics, human behavior, and outcomes since I

If You Want to Hide Anything From a Negro, Put It in a Book
Put It In A Book I grew up reading only when it was necessary. I was raised in a household where an A was an A, a B was basically a C, and anything after that was failing. Report cards were transactional: $20 for A’s, $10 for B’s, and nothing for anything lower. So I did what most kids do,

I Think I Forgot I’m A Poet
To Be One With Words I published a book of poems back in 2022. I was 21 and fed up with my own excuses. I kept telling myself I’d follow my dreams once I had a “good job” to support me. Because if you’ve ever met me, you know I love artistry, but being a struggling artist? That’s not for

Love Is Escaping
We Enter God’s Name To Fool Our Own Perception The mere sound of your voice used to bring the biggest smile to my face And now I avoid it so that tears will not fall from the same eyes that used to get lost in your gaze Something told me before this was a God thing, And I’m starting to

How To Regulate Your Emotions?
Because It’s Embarrassing Not To Know How “I’m just a hot head.”“I’m sensitive and they need to just understand that.”“It’s not my fault I’m nonchalant, I’m just chilling.” And the examples… well more like excuses… can continue for a long time due to the fact that lack of emotional regulation has become normalized, or even synthesized into regular human behavior,

Lost At Sea
When Following God Still Feels Like You’re Drowning There’s a kind of pressure that comes with feeling far from God. To grow, be better, and become who you believe you’re supposed to be. I didn’t realize how much of my life was shaped by that. I wrote a series, I believe about two or three years ago, titled Escaping Purgatory.

She’s Not Your Dream Girl
The Dream Girl Cycle “She’s perfect for me. She’s smart, beautiful, ambitious, supportive, loving, selfless.Oh my God, Brad… she’s perfect. She’s my dream girl.” Okay, a little rom-com coded. Not even sure men actually talk like that, lol, but follow me. I’m not your dream girl.She’s not your dream girl.We aren’t your dream girl. Why? Because for starters, this is

I Love Hood-Ish
The Balance No One Talks About I was raised in both “D-towns”; Detroit and Dallas. And I like to joke that I got my hustle from Detroit, and my southern charm and style from Dallas. But what I don’t talk about enough is how much I love hood-ish. Not hood rat ish…but hood ish. Follow me, please lol. There has