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 debut, simple, free verse poetry collection topped Amazon’s hot new release chart at #1 in poetry upon its release. This collection of poetry 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 poems now, that fall from her arms.

This 2nd book of free verse poetry with abstract surrealism concepts is a compilation that aims to be somewhat therapeutic in nature; touching on themes of spiritual growth after difficult life experiences, euphoric love in relationships, failed love and its traumatic aftermaths, abuse, mental health, oppression in race and gender, womanhood, colorism, sexuality, and empowerment through self reflection, meditation, storytelling, and homage. This book pays homage in small undertones to some fierce women in art history in addition to heroine women of color and other black literature and writers.