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Wake up love, the sun is red. I am growing wildflowers down my spine just for you. Did you know, before you came, I used to kiss the boys and make them cry? I have a story to tell you, but you can’t tell a soul.

My first indie free verse poetry project landed on Amazon’s hot new release chart at #1 in poetry upon its release, although I have yet to release my first full debut poetry collection. This collection of writings and prose touches on the rawest emotions of love, loss, trauma, heartache, culture, spirituality, and life’s ability to break us open and mold us into who we are. This collection gives us the solace we ache for after life has had its way with us. It gives us the solace we ache for after life patches us back up and sends us out into the world again with new wisdom.

After love bit into her skin, she tied it into a knot and swallowed it. She had a secret. She tried to scrape off her brown skin as a girl. She put yellow towels over her head and pretended to be what society said was beautiful. Her mental health scattered around the room one night. Her womanhood ached with rebellion and ran into fire. She has stories on her teeth when she laughs now. She learned how to be a story, a meditation, and a homage after the rain came. These are stories that fall from her arms.

This 2nd indie project is much more evolved and gravitates towards some abstract surrealism imagery and aims to be somewhat poetically therapeutic in nature; touching on a wide range of themes such as spiritual growth, experiencing euphoric love, loss, abandonment, abuse, mental health, oppression in race and gender, womanhood, colorism, sexuality, empowerment, self reflection, the stories of others and trauma, and even meditation. This book also pays homage in small undertones to some fierce women in art history in addition to heroines of color in literature and other fine arts.