happy national writing day.
i always miss the national/world “_________” days so i feel like i should show up properly for this particular one.
sometimes i feel like most of my writings, even the prose, have poetry at the bottom of it. towards the end of my undergrad, i noticed that my favourite
i’m back. with some sharing of self and poems. firstly, much has been happening in my life since my last post. i haven’t been very consistent and there’s no hiding from that and i’m going to do this walk of shame in full. so. i’ve been creating and writing and starting new chapters
self love, self love, self love.
i’m back documenting the work of more black women doing bits. two weeks ago i attended the Naturally Crowned event curated by Bonnie Lush Hair and My Ebony Box. it was glorious. i enjoyed the company of black women in birmingham interested in developing healthy self love habits and
Find ways to
representing your family.
And your culture likewise.
Allow yourself the space to get frustrated with not being documented.
Or being documented in such a way that
it is no longer about you.
Or your people. Or your collected history.
Trust that frustration.
Trust it and