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

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

I am a basic bad bitch. Hence the title of this blog page. I giggled when I wrote that. Don’t get confused, I’m not a bad bitch by definition of the circular term. Like my ass ain’t fat. Honestly, I’m more of a bad basic bitch. My life is basic, I make bad decisions, and I’m a bitch. I can paint a pretty dope ass picture of how amazing my life is but I’m getting tired of fabricating the truth to appear somewhat successful. Lying to make myself feel better about how stagnant m

I have mixed feelings regarding pregnancy in my life. On one hand I pride myself on my sexual orientation and the fact that I cannot "accidentally" get pregnant. On the other I would absolutely love my wife and I making a baby out of love with our own DNA. Just so happens this life doesn't work that way. Maybe next time. Since it doesn't, I do believe I live my life a little more free than others but not as free as some. Which has nothing to do with my sexual orientation, pro

We were three Words in playfulness Tangled together we made one Tree - made of roots trunk branches and leaves - Sign Initials in hearts on chipped bark We bought into an acronym - to signify our love I knew trouble was coming When my forever started to come apart I didn't see you coming Your words like assault To my fifteen year old heart Why didn't I protect myself Why didn't I fight back Why I - Victim Never said your name again I never called you friend again You Are all

I am Black A Multicolored blend I am my ancestors on my skin I’ve been blueBlack I’ve been sunkissed, sunbathed, sunburned, sundrenched I've been a mirror for the moon Black Recharged Black My skin rich Like my ancestors I've been beat I am slavery And freedom And resilient My skin don't bruise My skin don't show marks Of its misuse Like lightskin do I’ve been light skinned too Like wheat Like cotton before it's bleached Before it was picked by my mother's mother's mother's m

Dear Tiffany, It’s great to see you moved on. Unfortunately, it’s been hard for me. I don't want you to think it's hard because I wish were together, it's a different feeling I'm having. It’s nostalgic. I am fine with how our relationship has developed or not developed. If anything I wish we were better friends. I like to think we are but truth is we are just social media friends. We check on each other every now and then but the conversation dies after “how’s the family?”. I

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

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. A Celibate Lesbian: not everything needs a definition but when it does, define it Part 1 I have thought about this many times - bei

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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