Yesterday was International Women’s Day. I felt like a member of the club on one hand and on the other I felt very much on the outside. Identifying as a woman is almost out of respect to the way I was raised and the connection I have with women, in particular Black women. I do an extra finger snap when women are being acknowledged for being extraordinary; I feel as though I’m standing in their womanhood halo. Over the years, I have had many conversation regarding how I identi

"What are your intentions with my daughter?" What a famous question. I don't expect every woman to fall in love with me. In fact, they haven't. Which makes it difficult to answer, “Why have you been single for seven years?” Since I am so wonderful, it is quite baffling for me to be single. The truth is somewhere between dating unavailable women, being picky, my “celibacy”, and whatever their reason was for ending things. I don't know. I know it's hard to believe but I enjoy b

When I came up with the title of my blog, I was pretending to take notes during a meeting. I was also talking shit because, hey, I was bored. I had a revelation, I'm a little bitchie. So as I doodled and scribbled, the words flowed through my brain like magic. When I wrote down, Basic, Bad, & Bitchie on my notepad, I knew right then, I had to be able to stand in my truth and not feel shame about my title. I come from a Christian home, so profanity is the devil’s language. No

I am a believer in the idea we all have some level of anxiety. We all deal with our issues differently but anxiousness, I believe, is universal. Although, how anxiety affects a person's life and emotions is unique. Understanding an individual’s reaction to anxiety is hard because it’s different and unpredictable. Because of that, for an individual, anxiety is even harder to explain. Some do an excellent job riding around the city with their woes. I, like a lot of folks I know

Note: This series of blogs will be my truth and personal history. I am the type of person who writes to vent. I am sharing to purge my past and leave it behind. A handful of people have given me permission to use their names, others I have changed in order to protect their privacy. Also because I didn’t want to ask in order to protect my sanity. Celibacy, Lisa, and The Lioness: The Battle I Believe I’m Losing Part: 2 I bought myself a promise ring. It’s on my left hand ring

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Dear Tiffany: I thought I’d start this letter like the notes we wrote in middle school. Make it pretty, spending all of 1st period coloring. Fold it uniquely, so I know it belonged to you. I start off the letter asking you about your day knowing it only just started. I would fill the page knowing I spent hours on the phone with you the night before. I’d asked questions knowing I’d see in 2nd period. We are way past middle school and this letter is way overdue. Your name, what

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“The End” Piper I married my best friend underneath the waving branches of a weeping willow. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was warming up but a breeze cooled the air. Nature was quiet as if all were watching us. Everything was brighter. I never seen green so green. The water was still. The river was a playground for the kids in Eastly, Alabama but on this day only a family of polite ducks swam by. We could hear the church bells chime. It was time for our ceremony to beg

I just finished my website, this website, and because for some odd reason my mother is my best friend so I wanted to show her first. I showed her all the pages and even asked for her advice on a few titles. Basically, I was setting myself up. My mom is real - honest. I knew if she didn't like it, she would definitely tell me. I knew she may or may not like my pictures but I was prepared to overlook any criticism she may give regarding them. Surprisingly she everything was fin

One of my favorite things to do with poetry is playing with words. I love how sitting looking at a Blank Canvas led me to this poem. I wrote this poem after dating a young lady when after we stopped dating I realized I didn't know her at all. People tend to hide who their are when getting to know someone new. I know it's out of protection but you can't let people in that way. I was never getting to know the real her but I could tell she was a piece of art. This poem is dedica