The house was dead silent.

When the rhetoric that black people or people of color say, incites domestic and international violence for centuries, then maybe I will accept that argument. 

The main picture of this post was taken two weekends ago and I have yet to look that good since. Can we find me more clothes in that color? I need a group effort here. 

Inspires the kind of jaw dropping affect you want to have when going out. It took me a long time to be comfortable with my sexuality, and even longer to be comfortable showcasing my body in the ways I want to.

I thought about how I wanted to be loved and how I hadn’t been touched intimately in weeks. That I was avoiding intimacy. I wanted to tell her that my body survived death before. I did the same thing that time, ignored my pain until it was unbearable.

You are totally right, I am full of shit. I am still on insta liking y'all photos. I am still on insta purposely not liking y'all photos. I didn't say I was reformed, I mean after all, I am a millennial. 

Y'all don't deserve Rihanna. Shoot, I don't even deserve Rihanna. But yet, she continues to grace us with her presence. 

I returned to my mother’s arms, content. Shortly thereafter, the visitation drop offs in front of the police station stopped. How easily he gave up on me.

What was it? What could make you leave a little girl? Every year I wanted Sasha to get a call from her mother or father on her birthday and she never did. When she left for LA to see Kyle, I wondered if she would see her parents.