The #GirlLove Challenge

This is really awesome. I saw the #GirlLove challenge floating about and thought that it was really amazing to see women taking the time out to honor one another in such a way. I didn’t imagine that I would be selected to share in this challenge for a number of reasons but they do not matter! I am truly grateful to be recognized by Whitney C., a fellow budding novelist that I also admire.


I recently started following this young woman and I find myself relating to a lot of what she writes from a personal stand point. It seems that we share opinions on various issues that I typically wouldn’t voice my opinion on. I admire her for being comfortable enough to speak her opinion on topics regardless of what others may think. Her writing feels like it comes across so naturally. I can’t wait to read more of her work!


Rosita Whiskey In A Teacup

Another recent follow, this young lady has a knack for words and she’s awfully talented. Her latest poem Cracked echoed feelings of my past. For her to be so much younger than myself and yet be able to describe interpersonal relationships in the way she has displayed is praiseworthy. I’m looking forward to seeing what this young lady has in store.


The next person is a dear friend of mine that does not blog. I know, I know – the challenge is for uplifting fellow bloggers, however I am newly active to the blogging community so I do not follow many people just yet. My friend, Shatara does not blog but she should! I’ve read much of her private work and I believe that it was not only healing for her to write but to also share. There are many women out here (myself included) that are yearning to know that we are not the only person experiencing these things. Shatara, you are an amazing writer and you should by all means begin sharing your work on a public platform!


Kesha Chat with Kesha

Kesha brings an all too familiar perspective on life balance. It’s something we have discussed on many occasions. We both work demanding full time jobs, have two small children, and aspire to write for a living. Without Kesha’s consistent encouragement, I may have never bothered to publish my first book. I’ve had the opportunity to read samples of her fictional work and I am truly excited to read the finished product! Her first short story “A Tragic Love Affair” will be available on very soon.


My fifth female is the woman reading this post. YOU ARE AMAZING and YOU ARE MORE THAN ABLE! I can’t speak on the mind set of a man but I can say for fact that a woman’s mind is ever busy. Especially the mind of a mother. I want you to know that you can do this! You can write and work and still take care of your home. It’s hard and sometimes exhausting but you have to keep moving forward. There are a lot of motivational speakers out there that will tell you that there are a lot of sacrifices to be made to get to where you want to be and they’re right! But don’t forget that wellness comes first. Take your time and respect the process.

Now, for all of you all that would like to participate, here are the rules for the #GirlLove Challenge:

  1. Tell your followers who inspire you, a famous woman who may be dealing with negativity on a daily basis.
  2. Tell your followers who inspire you in real life, a woman you always interact with.
  3. Tag five women bloggers who you love. Compliment them and tell them why you love them, and comment under their latest post with the link to your #GirlLove post!

If you get tagged, do the post on your own blog. If you want to do it anyway, do it anyway! Add the tag ‘Girl Love’ to your post, so we can see them all! Let’s start 2016 with LOVE for each other!

Never Ending

I’m fighting against the stereotypes of being
a Black woman.
a single mother. a co-parent.
a plus sized woman or
not that big” woman.
a leader questioning mainstream ideals.
a follower that wants to feel loved.
a young woman with Daddy issues.
a woman with the “Mad Black Woman” syndrome.

I’m suffocating & grasping at freedom. I’m dying to break free or maybe I’m simply dying.

Alone I Sit – a narrative

Alone I sit
On a bus
In the back row

Alone I sit on a bus in the back row holding two sleeping babies.
On a bus to homelessness we ride into the night.
In the back row, there is no one allowed but me and my two sleeping babies.

A cool wind
Whips my skin
Into consciousness
A cool wind whips my skin into consciousness.

A cool wind gives me chills as I think of the summers of my past.
It whips my skin and reminds me of box fans and midnight air; growing up on a dead end block.
Into consciousness I slip then out again as I reminisce.

He promised me that
We could be
A functional family
He promised me that we could be a functional family.

He promised me that he would care for and protect us always.
We could be more if I asked less of him, he said.
A functional family has no definition; this is something that I figured as I sat alone on a bus in the back row of a bus with my two sleeping babies on our way to homelessness.