Roots & Hope

Soulful Reflections on Faith, Healing, and Young Adulting

Category: love

  • Before I died, I was verified. Paid with  blue checks, my name spelled wealthy. Once millions liked me and followed me, I had a reason to live.  * I slaved like happy. These Black knees bent. These Black hands spent  seasons on the altar of gods who felt  virtually  real.  These Black fingers pressed keys…

  • Magnetic poetry ft. My fridge!
  • Hopeful Romantic

    I am a writer, and my first published piece was a love note to a boy named Antoine*. I saw him and instantly knew that he was the one. I mean he was cute, and that was enough. I never had a class with him or spoke a word to him. He had no idea…