“Let me hold your bags for you,” he suggested. I looked him over. White short-sleeved button-up. Khaki shorts. Loafers. This man was fine. But why would I allow for a stranger to hold my bags? “Nah, I’m good,” I replied as I switched hands to continue holding my bags. Maybe I shouldn’t have made ... READ the POST
Yetti Uncaged
Who taught me to not be free? This is a question I’ve asked myself many times over the last month after reading Glennon Doyle’s “Untamed.” I fought reading this book. Another self-help book from a white woman that knows nothing about the plight of a black woman? Yeah, I’ll fucking pass. But I ... READ the POST
I Needed To Remember This Anger
“I am writing this because I want to remember this moment. I want to remember this disappointment. I want to remember the pleading eyes and those that stared with utter disgust and judgment. I want to remember the laughter of the children in the backseat as they watched their mother violate me, ... READ the POST
Day 5 – New Boundaries
“I’m giving him back to God. He is not my problem anymore.” Every year for the last three years, I’ve tried my hardest to create a distance from you. Not because I want to, but because my mind and heart need it. You cause me anxiety. You cost me my sleep. And the truth is, I don’t know how to be ... READ the POST
Day 4 – After Sundown
"I'm just tired of existing." I never expected to hear those words from you. Not now. Not ever. Those words sobered me up, and immediately I texted Bubs. "No don't buy a ticket. I'll head there tomorrow. I'll talk to her." He said. The next day, I checked in on you. You said you were fine, I ... READ the POST
Day 3 – Confusing Shadows
"After the turmoil halted, there was nothing to be confused about. The shadow of depression had already made a home in her mind and body." Every month, G.G. Renee of All the Many Layers provides writing prompts that encourage self-discovery while getting on into the habit of ... READ the POST
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