Yearning to discover my purpose in life

I Look to the future, endlessly hoping and praying the current state I reside in is only temporary. The hopes and dreams I once undoubtedly believed in are now ridiculed with pessimism, fear of rejection, thoughts of failure. I feel myself existing, but existing without an identified purpose.

Am I really here?

On this earth? In my body?

In my mind?

Or Am I here just renting this fleshly space?









via Daily Prompt: Adrift

Will I…

Will the thought of me descend from your mind slowly disspating into a faded, distant memory?

Will the eyes that once gazed at me in adoration, alter its direction and no longer view me in the same light?

Will the words of a hopeful mended friendship transition into a long forgotten  meaningless statement which barely holds any evidence of truth?

Will the taste of my lips, scent of my skin and my caresses become replaceable and retraceable by another?

Will  your feelings of love, descend from me as effortlessly as white sand slipping through bare toes?

I ask these questions, not quite seeking immediate answers; Only hoping that my memory remains etched into the deepest parts of your conscience where only significant recollections eternally reside.


via Daily Prompt: Descend

Maybe this is something all of our young teenage selves should do (In my case, I should’ve done this years ago) to provide words of inspiration and encouragement when we reach our darkest hours in life. It’s something pure to revert back to even in our many stages of adulthood. life isn’t always fun and easy, but it’s something beautiful.  Rather than relying on and spending frivolously on self-help books this letter should be our personal guide , to remind us of how much we’ve all grown or changed in particular ways.

We get so caught up in our own daily lives and strives, often times forgetting to count our blessings. Now let’s be honest with ourselves, the future doesn’t always turn out the way we want or expect it to. Numerous things change and unexpected events arise in our lives, completely shifting our plans causing us to detour off the tracks. Whether those detours are short-lived or long-term what matters the most is the steps we take thereafter.

Im not a life-coach or motivational speaker and I know I probably sound like one. I just often find myself getting into daily slumps and cursing the day, just wishing it would be over.

Whatever current stage or age you are at write an open letter to yourself, completely exposing yourself in every way possible, expressing your vulnerability. (Yes,I’ll write one too and post it)

I’ll get started on my letter ASAP & please who ever else reads this post, I hope you’ll be able to participate in this Open letter prompt as well. I’d also like to read them if you feel like sharing!


Attention Natural hair Novices and Skeptics, Please Read!

Clarke Sanders1. Extensions don’t mean that I don’t love my natural hair or myself. The first time that I was faced with this perspective was in Missouri when a girl asked me if I did not like myself since she rarely got to see my “real” hair. I will admit, I was caught off guard.…

via 10 Things Your African American Friends Wish You Understood About Their Hair — Thought Catalog

According to America, not all are created equally 

I woke up this morning with a prayer in my heart and rapid thoughts running through my mind
My black People this oppressive society was not made for us
This society was not made to love us

No matter how good we do and who we strive to be, we are always perceived as the public’s enemy.

I fear for my brothers; they go to work everyday, pay their bills on time, pay their taxes and strive to be better each day

But of course when you’re black the world doesn’t see all the good you do, 

When you’re black only negativity and racial stigmas surround you.

When you’re black that’s all people see 

Your skin complexion and not the person you are or strive to be

Truthfully I’m tired and afraid

I fear one day I’ll become yet another helpless and unprotected victim to this mass racial genocide. 

They want us to hide! 

But we won’t 

Black people, my beautiful people.

 We are divided within our own and they see that. They know that no matter how much of us they kill, they won’t get convicted, instead they’ll walk off free. Walk freely as if no harm was done and a human being whose life was valuable became invaluable in a split second. 

They’re killing us based on centuries of normalization to brutalize, terrorize and assassinate “negroes” & “niggers”.

They’ve made a career out of hunting us down and terminating us like innocent, helpless prey. 

Yet, we’re the savages!

I’m so tired of this! I’m scared! I don’t want to live in fear, but just like Eric Garner, Emmett till, trayvon Martin, not one of my fellow black ppl knew their end was near! 

We need help! This is a cry for justice! 

We’re not equal.

My black people don’t believe their lies and hypocrisy 

Please don’t allow them to make Alton Sterling yet another police brutality  account.

 We deserve change

we deserve justice. 

These persecutors need to be punished

I don’t know who else to go to or where to complain. Our voices, our protests, and our poetry are only heard in vain

No one takes us seriously 

No one wants to  feel our pain.