may promises | prose

I promise… to cherish my friends and family to treat myself and my body with respect to be patient in all circumstances to remember all the parts of life that bring me joy to do all the things that make my day bright to listen to some of my favorite songs… and maybe write a…

anecdotal existence

I wonder if nothing would have happened if I didn’t know about it. How life would have been different if I was ignorant to the issue. ~ Sammicakes

Spelman College Acceptance: 2020 College Transition Process

It’s been three weeks since I received my acceptance letter to Spelman College! To any of my fellow rising seniors, or anyone else interested in the process, I want to document my journey from high school to college.  I am currently gathering up my needed files and deposits as well as signing my required forms….

Quarantine Baking!!

Since baking is one of my favorite things to do (hence the name Sammicakes!) and because I have assigned pastries to make for my culinary class, I wanted to share all of the sweets I’ve made in the past few weeks! I’ll attach the recipes at the bottom of the page in case any of…

2020: The Weirdest Academic Year & Spring Break

We may not have to duck under our desks to dodge potential missiles, but I can bet that this school year will be one worthy for its own pages in a 2040 textbook and a three hour cautionary documentary. Currently I am in a state of limbo, shafted somewhere between a focused senior and an…

The Virus of Panic, Delusion, and the EARN IT Act

The Virus of Panic, Delusion, and the EARN IT Act We know how the world runs. The rich do the running, the poor do the watching. No matter where we stand, we know how it operates. Among that sector of the rich are the people who literally run our world–our government. The policies they enact…

Clockwork Reversed | Poem

To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again — I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the…

checkered vans in florida | poem

see kids walking holding ice-cream in both hands I wanna ask them for one but they got checkered vans they’re quirky, and I’m not about that life. . you sneak up behind, ask the dude for a bite, then he punches you and you’re blind in the right eye oh god… here’s another car ride…

Stairs to a Gaze | Poem

Put down in a pasture Meandering tongues and hands Counting, counted, and counting on more Never once thought of again, never spoken henceforth. – A time and temple of thought and solitude, more of bitterness and less of love Now just a deserted place that no person should enter Wondering, wondered, and wondering again Divine…