Black Pencil Skirt

I wear my black pencil skirt tight like the chains I've been in highlighting every curve I've grown up to be ashamed of skin tight like my inability to sleep at night too busy thinking about not ever going up I could never be a queen because I refuse to be thin when thick is … Continue reading Black Pencil Skirt


The crows of my past have been released struggling consumed by a fiery belief That they are always intertwined with my future no matter how mild. Ritualistic drowning weighed down by chains cleanings of the spirit and mind it entails The pressure and pain feels sweet awaiting my ascension, love it lifts. The doves of … Continue reading