One Regret

Photographer: Xplore Kaishi Models: Messiah Herron &. Miraj MUA: Elizabeth Narayan     If I was to die tomorrow, I would die with only one regret; The regret of dying and feeling alone, Knowing I was capable of loving a black woman, Wholeheartedly and genuinely.  I’m not afraid of dying alone,  Only afraid of dying without executing everything I know, In the name of love, Unconditional and universal love.  Love that

Making Life Monai

Follow Tinazia’s Instagram So much beauty compacted at just four eleven.  The way you glowed; It was like I was I automatically taken to heaven.   Your smile is milk Compared to your complexion.  I see no complexity within your beauty, And nothing but radiance embodied within your personality, Illuminating brighter than the lights that decorate the robust city.  You’re breathtaking; Let me be the one to make you happy. 

My Utopia

In my chaotic mind,  I was able to build a place I can call my utopia, A place where I can truly call mine.  A place where I am the creator and the destroyer, Some where with no consequences to my actions.  In this utopia I have everything I never had but always wanted.  I’m consistently happy with no contradictory thoughts haunting, My subconscious self constantly at high vibrations.  The


You ever feel like you’re trying to silence a voice that’s so loud on the inside that it makes your mind goes rampant? Can you see so much truth to your revelations but still find a reason to be blind,  Even when staring directly at it?  Does the insecurity to my mental sanity solidify more because my revelations comes from some form of rebellion?  The inner voice wants to be


Not today.   Today I want to be great in my own way.  Today, I refuse to be burden with my emotional struggles.  Sinking to a place embodied solely off my single thoughts and worries.  I don’t want to spend too much of my day thinking about what could.  Don’t get me wrong, If I was to have a second chance,  I would always stay by your side, No doubts. 

Great Wall

Follow Chyna’s Instagram I try to think of the perfect opening sentence, That would be the perfect reflective statement.  But that just lead to an internal argument, Wondering which way don’t I find you beautiful.  To express to you,  Beauty I’ve never physically visualize. Something I’ve only been able to conceptualize, Just not to this degree.  When your eyes lower as your smile widens,  Automatically makes my two dilate.  The

Side Effects of Voting

  I love that I live in an America, With so much black division,  That when it comes time to vote,  That alone perpetuate more separation.  You have one side preaching the importance of voting registration, While another side understands that the past restrictions on the black man voting,  Meant nothing to current black communities struggling,  Because they feared us so much,  They knew we were more docile, as a

Happy Halloween

It’s that time of the year.  Where everybody is excited by the idea of terror and fear.  Where demons are subconsciously worshipped in the concept of a comedic scare.  Sullying the subconscious  While desensitizing the righteous side of the mind to death   As well as anything in association to it.  So busy having fun,  That they failed to notice; Their conditioned soul is been convinced to subconsciously partake in

Nuru Subira

Follow Nuru’s Instagram A real goddess.  Damn!  I don’t even know where to start.  How do i project the energy into visions it’s strongest at the core of my heart?  How do i use my words to accurately describe you as the perfect work of art? You make being a black woman so beautiful; Just radiating energy.  You’re so soulful, With your licorice skin.  My heartbeat slows, My palms get


Ever just stared at night sky just to see the stars? They look so far but then again so close because we never had the opportunity to see them up close. What beauty will they behold? What stories would they have that’s never been told? They tell us aim for the moon cause if you miss it, you still stumble upon a star. But as I gaze at you, do


  I wanna tell my mother and sister I love them. Me writing this isn’t telling you but as I write it I feel like you can hear me screaming your names, screaming I love you, screaming I need you, screaming. I felt like I was losing me. And in the same breath I used to tell u I love you, I wanna tell you I am trying. I am


Follow Ivelisse’s Instagram After a long day, I just want to personally pop off your perfectly fashionable heels, Rub your feet to a playlist of all your favorite songs. I want to hold you as the sunsets, And run my fingers with the grain of your curls. The world may be run by the girls, But that’s meaningless when you hold the universe within the depths of your starry eyes.


I knew my curse; Way before i grew old enough for it to curse me. I found myself drowning within my own thirst; Threatening to take parts i didn’t know i would need until later; That currently i can barely decipher if it was even for the better or the worse. One thing for sure, majority of it came as second nature, barely rehearsed.

Subconscious Inheritance

We police ourselves way more than any cop can ever. We were conditioned to corrupt our own and call it salvation. The subconscious trait to silence your own thoughts was inherited, Years before the actual separation from the plantation.


Sexual stimulation has reached a popularity where we can freely, Openly express it; In multitude and forms of variety; And many don’t see any vulgarity in it.