why i poet ✨

tongues + deceit ✨

questions + mothers ✨

weekly + process 💫

as an #immigrant sheltering inside the belly of a hostile and vengeful host, i am forced to remain silent, as a form of protection from the hounds hunting the aliens—legal and illegal. but there are times one must risk even safety to speak truth to power.

#Christians have been eerily silent on #Israel and its bloody crusade, and I've been thinking what Jesus might have to say about all of this carnage.

#ChrisSmalls heads home tomorrow, but his heroic gesture, attempting to feed starving babies in #Gaza, is one for the history books.

Today is for MLK!

TikTok is banned, and I know the ban is a crushing blow for some who used the platform to build something beautiful. I share your disappointment and thought I might offer a few words of optimism. TikTok showed us what was possible, and whatever comes next, will build on that legacy. Stay inspired!

white savior 💫

starting the year with these 3.

i'm 12 days late starting my gym routine, but by hook or crook, we gon get this body right in 2025! #delayedbutnotdenied

i was in love once. it was a fleeting moment in time, but it was full. i wish all good things lasted a lifetime, even when they arrive to meet us unprepared. i learned something navigating that experience—love is freeing. and we all deserve to be free.

i've been away. gathering myself for the new year ahead. i have some new intentions. choosing to be kinder and more gracious to myself. more importantly, i want to say yes to more things. good things. miracles—perhaps. that show up in the form of people, experiences, and thoughtful art. happy 2025!

If we're gonna bring all the useless political rhetoric from that other app here, then what kind of space are we intending to build? I'm not interested in what we lost in the fire. Rather, tell me how we build a new bridge. Show me the path to a freer, kinder existence.

As a foreigner living in America who pays taxes and contributes to this country as a college instructor, I am often shocked by the sentiments some Americans share of immigrants. However, I know that not all Americans are this way, and my intenton is to stand with those who believe in human decency.

Today’s poem is called ‘How to Avoid Mixing Your Metaphors’.

Where are the black folk who are going to therapy, pursuing their dreams, creating memories, building community, and minding their grown-ass business?

sometimes we need a little reminder.

I made it here from over there. Hi, everyone!