You may feel neglected, out of place, or feel that you don’t belong. You may especially feel as if, no one understands you and that no one would ever be able to. You are not alone, we have all felt that way, I know I have.


There have been many times where I looked at people, looked at the world, and decided that I lived in my own planet and I was the only one living in it. I was so sure of it too. I claimed myself as a walking ghost in the planet earth who only a few people could see. I purposely neglected people, strayed away from friendships, and stayed inside my invincible bubble. By me feeling this way, and accepting myself as an extreme loner, I was indeed alone, with no one to love or love me back, because I never allowed anyone the opportunity to get close enough to show me love. I soon found myself depressed and stressed, and finding every complaint to be made about people and the world itself, I was angry for no real reason, and I envied people with family and close relationships.


I attracted all of this into my life.

Once I started reading books like, “The Spirit of A Man” by Iyanla Vanzant and “Why do I love these people?” By Po Bronson, as well as watching YouTube videos on universal law, I began to understand that I was the initial creator of everything that manifested into my life, and that all of the issues I believed to have seen in people, were actually unsolved and unattended problems I had within myself. I learned the connection I had with the world, and all of the people in it.
I began to study myself, through meditation and looking at the affects of my past actions. I found that What I held inside for so long , was an repellent towards attachment, because growing up, I wasn’t so used to things or people really, staying attached. Everything was more so separated in my world.
We have all been afraid, we have all been doubtful, we have all felt hate, we have all felt anger, we have all felt stuck, we have all felt some type of way. But, that doesn’t mean we’re done and it sure doesn’t mean that we aren’t worth anything.
Every new day that we wake up, opening up our eyes and breathing in the air of the new day, we have made it. We have made it out of those feelings that kept us stuck and we are given a chance. A second chance to have life in a way that we didn’t have it the day before. We are given this chance, each and everyone of us, and you have the power to make the decision for what you’re going to do with your chance given.
 We have all, at some point in our lives, felt the same way. We have all had that thought of “I am alone. I have no attachment to anything neither does anything have any attachment to me.”
You are not alone, you will never be.
There are people who understand you, there are people with testimonies that can help guide you, and there are so many people who love you that if you don’t know them now, you will soon come to meet them. You are not alone, you are not detached, we are all…. One.



"May I Share My Story?" Graduating From College Was My Biggest Fear

*Outside Story* A very inspirational read for not only young inspiring writers, but for recent as well as upcoming college grads.

Thought Catalog

Five years ago today, I graduated from college.

Five years ago, I packed up everything with my name scribbled on it and stuffed it into the leather backseat of my car.

My car, that I would later sell for money to use on a one-way ticket to NYC and a three-month lease on a room with only three real walls.

But before that, before the apartment on 31st street across from a pizza shop and a beaten up library with a stiff late fee policy, there was a walk to Bank of America. There was the quick withdrawal of my entire savings account, which I’d use for a trip to Europe and then a move across the country.

There was the time I moved back home and then, there was the time I moved back home again.

There was waking up in the middle of night in a pile…

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What Is Black Love?

Black Love is True Love


Love has been defined in many ways.

Bruce Lee called love a “friendship that has caught fire.”

Renita Weems said, “love means exposing yourself to the pains of being hurt, deeply hurt by someone you trust.”

The bible explains that “love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”

No one seems to agree on one simple definition, but we all understand that love is necessary, powerful and an ultimate good.

I previously wrote about my decision to choose Black love. I knew at the time that this wasn’t simply a choice to date within my race. It was far more than that…

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What's "Touch" Got To Do With It?

A lost connection, with the remedy to gain it back.

Love Brings Change

What’s “lovemaking” got to do with it?

I once had a lover who without fail would rub on me for at least 45 minutes to an hour every time we were about to  make love. It wasn’t so much that he was certified in the art of massage therapy. He most definitely wasn’t. But he took so much time and effort in wanting to make me feel good that all of those good intentions combined with just simple strokes of love and tenderness felt like he had unlimited years of training. How important our intentions are that drive us to say, do, create, attract what we need.

After my 45 minute or so rub down which would take care of most every inch of skin on my body, he would move forward into various other kinds of foreplay before we finally engaged in lovemaking. But the thing that stood out…

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MIXED WITH NOTHING; On Racial Perception and Identification


Whenever I am questioned about my racial composition – about what I am ‘mixed’ with – I take pause. For some, it is the unspoken belief that one’s beauty is qualified by the presence of physical features not traditionally thought of as black, and if a person possesses these non-black features they are not wholly black, but ‘mixed with something’. They become an entirely new and apparently, more desirable sort of person – a rare, exotic bird of paradise

This disturbing occurrence indicates the degree to which our society is still concerned with calculating beauty and establishing worth in relation to associations of race or ethnic classifications. The idea of mixed ancestry accounting for a more pleasant physical appearance does not take into consideration the fact that the most human genetic variations on Earth are found on the African continent. It is a fallacy to think of African physiognomy as…

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The Power of "IAM"



Whatever it is that you believe, it is true because you believe it. You make your reality, the world you live in, is the world you have created by what you perceive the world to be.
As soon as you say “I am…” you immediately become it, at that very moment. 

"May I Share My Story?" The Text That Never Sent

April- It goes without saying, that I’m going to miss you after this unspoken but necessary goodbye. However, I’m not going to miss the silence, the inconsistency, the lack of effort & of course, the way you would so easily leave me here just to pick me back up & a reel me back in whenever you felt like. I won’t miss the surprise text “hey hyd?!” that came after weeks to months of silence. I don’t know what I was to you, but I know what I wanted to be. I can say now that, I truly don’t know who you are since you choose to be for whatever reason, such a damn mystery, but I knew what I assumed you to be for me. My charming, my person sent from God himself. Ahh, you just always knew how to say the right things that made me feel like I had wings.

You really understood me. You gave me advice on my personal dilemmas, and you even promised me reasons why everything will be better, encouraging me to have confidence. I was ready to change my life to have you more involved in it, but then… You left. I hope to God that you don’t do this with every girl you meet who feels swept off their feet when they meet you. You giving off false hopes of an actual relationship…

But you know what, I look at this world from a third eye view, and I don’t blame you at all. People’s attention span are short! People get bored very easily with things and other people. Some people even get bored with themselves which is why they go out, seeking attention from any and everyone. Every action has a cause I’ve learned. People have gotten so used to rapid change and always having to update to something new, that a relationship is only worthwhile for awhile, until someone finds a better update. You know, I was always told that I’d be really good for someone, and I myself believe that I could be the reason why someone decides to mash the brakes while driving and park just to speak to me. Yeah, I know how that sounds, but truth be told, that’s every girl. I honestly do and I will always believe I’d be the reason why someone knows there’s a sun in the sky without looking up, you just know it’s there, you can feel its energy.

Simply put to this conclusion, I guess I wasn’t your reason….

This is a message that you may never receive, but I hope one day you will feel these words in your heart, that you’ll decide to stop toying with people’s emotions. This is, my silent goodbye…