School is finally out! April was a meager month of new content for me, as I was studying for finals, presenting, and writing lots of essays. Last month I only read one book, Thick: And Other Essays by Tressie M. Cottom. It is an insightful read from the lens of intersectional black feminism, and though…
Tag: creative writing
First Honk at 7:30 AM
Last Friday I woke up at 5:30 to run with the sunrise. I’ve been in the habit of waking up early, but this was the first day I went outside to meet the morning. It was beautiful running as the sun started to rise, the cold wind taking tears out of my eyes and breath…
1,000 Days of Missing You Deeply
In my hands a box of thyme I gift to you, wondering what with it will all you do. Will you open its lid and let the pieces scatter in the wind, the saddest of all sins? Or will you with generous hand flavor it in every dish, and in your sentiment, fulfill my sweetest…
princess transformation | self-indulgent dress sequence
the princess adorns her new gown for the ball, feeling more beautiful and strange than ever before! Laileah sat on a low window seat, swinging her feet. As she waited for the other woman, she admired the craftsmanship of her gown. It was one of the most delicate shades of blue she had ever seen,…
A Child Born With a Greater Propensity for Sadness than His Peers
memories of the fairytale’s prince In a clearing that had lost its detail and remained only its space and existence were four children. Two boys of bronze skin and golden hair, and the other set of twins the boys both called Flower. One of the boys, louder and brash, was usually not to play with…
a remembered dream
how strange a thought it is now to think it was once lost this loving reality-to-be that guides my every step once forgotten by me how horrible life would be (would be and was) to live (just barely) with forgotten dreams ~Sammicakes
destiny, calling, and the future you now hold
The one I want would want me to love myself. And I cannot love myself if I feel I am not living honestly. I cannot love myself if I let what I once thought of myself drain me of life and love. There are no limits to my dreams, and love is simply an umbrella…
Wicked Beauty of the Only Queen
A moment of recollection: Her humor, her compassion, her intellect, her passion, her love– all of it had once stemmed from her sadness. It guided her perspective and worldview. It led her actions, and it inspired the thoughts she shared aloud with me. That ache of emptiness ascended her to the stars. Now all I…
Jealousy is Futile | Self-love Snippets
Everyone has a quality that I could be jealous of. Who does it serve to hold a burning hate for those I believe are above me because they do not lack what I have convinced myself I do? Who does it serve to diminish myself down to an inferior being? Why should I not instead…
Sammicakes 