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I was going through the toughest of times and I wrote Mary Oliver’s ‘Wild Geese’ by hand on the walls of my undergraduate room.. each morning, I would wake up and read it like a prayer, reveling over my “place in the family of things ..”

"you will be left behind if you dont start using AI in your writing" where are you all going ... i don't want to join you i don't want to be there.

when you the last big momma with no kids standing

i’ve had the rest of you / now i want the best of you / i don’t care if that’s not fair cus i want it all…

the thing that holds you back the most is taking ur craft way too seriously and NEVER sharing anything. just play around, put it out, repeat badabing badaboom. doesn’t have to be a masterpiece just have fun dog

“My nigga acting crazy, I’m bout to get rid of his baby” - Toni Morrison

nobody makes songs about shawty anymore. where is she?

These divas

Oh, Black known and unknown poets, how often have your auctioned pains sustained us? Who will compute the lonely nights made less lonely by your songs, or by the empty pots made less tragic by your tales? — Maya Angelou, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings (p.155)

it's been years and i still haven't found my way back to myself yet, but i am comforted by these words of toni morrison:

Windows 98 Underwater Screensaver (1998)

they should take another hour every night until there’s no more time. let’s wrap things up

imagine a wild horse running free. Do you think that horse would reply back in 24 hours

🇨🇩💔 70 children. Congo. Killed. Not soldiers. Not targets. Children. Mining the minerals that power your phone, your car, your entire digital life Cobalt from Congo runs the world. And the world runs on child labor, collapse, and silence They'll post the numbers, share the grief, then scroll past while the mines keep running 70 children dead. The world yawns. The batteries keep charging.

remembering seven year old Aiyana jones, k!llɛd in her sleep by Detroit police on May 16, 2010. Continue to rest in peace🕊❤️

smoking with my girls (chip, penny, used napkin)

― Sylvia Plath