Standing in-front of a mirror, As I apply two coats of mascara on my top lashes; I can't help but stare at my lips; Plump - Just the way Kylie likes them. My mind takes me to that time someone said I'm lucky for I don't have big breast problems, "How does it feel to … Continue reading I Wish, And Wish Some More| Spoken Word Poetry
Like a god, he walked towards me and casually asked if I can help him with Vaseline for his lips. Normally I'd say no to people without blinking (I hate sharing my Vaseline) but this time the situation was different. He was different! I wanted him to stay and talk. I stalled him with random … Continue reading #Fodreamy1O1: Reminiscing My Ex
At age twelve with fresh braided bantu knots She sighed and stared at the red door, This was it. Tilting her head and raising her hand out to reach for the door bell, In there, her Goliath awaited. This time she believed by avoiding eye contact she could do it. Walking past the now opened … Continue reading Not Feeling Social Enough |Spoken Word
"Do you really think you deserve to be happy? "
She is excessively tense and jumpy and has trouble focusing, concentrating or remembering things. She is unable to feel happiness, joy, love and has trouble connecting with people.
I believe nobody is perfect me included, so with that said I'm just going to name a few habits I hold on to even though I know how bad they are and some might likely fall under most people's pet peeves. So without further a do *Drum roll please* Spending too much time reading online … Continue reading The Get To Know Me Tag: Day 4- Bad Habits I Need To Let Go
Of course I know I'm a strange lonely weirdo, tell me something I don't know. Most people who I know and interact with are either my relatives or close family friends. The fact that I have social anxiety and every time I'm forced to interact with a group /crowd of people I have my fingers … Continue reading #Fodreamy101: Why I Became A Loner
I rarely give myself credit for being awesome but deep down I know I'm awesome, strong and a fighter. I like holding onto my "normal days" because sometimes they really don't last that long. My childhood was normal - being goofy,playing at the neighbor's house till late, getting home and receiving a beating for different … Continue reading Let The War Begin