Words I Love Part 1: Live The Questions

As a woman in this society I was trained to consider everyone’s needs, feelings and opinions above my own. I was trained that my voice only matters in relation to the validation of others. I was taught that desire is dangerous and having an expectation will only lead to disappointment. I could not desire orContinue reading “Words I Love Part 1: Live The Questions”

Our Revolution

I wrote this poem several years ago. Part of being authentic for me is sharing with the world all of those little talents we keep to ourselves for fear that others will truly see who we are. This is who I am. A poet. An artist. A fallible human that is afraid of what itContinue reading “Our Revolution”


It was a gloomy day in the fall of 2006. I was skipping my nursing classes yet again trying to cheer myself up with a trip to the Chicago Institute of Art. My favorite place in the whole museum was the room with Monet’s “Stacks of Wheat (End of Summer)” painting . On this particularContinue reading “Monet”

March It Out

Dear You, No one is coming to save you from your life. Put on your shoes, stand up and march that shit out. Hell, crawl if you have to, but giving up is not an option. It is impossible to wish yourself out of existence. You areā€¦and will be. The elements that make up yourContinue reading “March It Out”