Usually when I know better but do otherwise, the voices carry When I don’t say what I should’ve.  Voices carry as scars As abuse As blows As sharp tongues cutting straight at the heart. For the opportunities I didn’t take advantage of Voice carry as a haunting regret. They used to hold me back. Keep me stuck. Keep me self-sabatoging. I’ve since learned to only listen to the voices that carry me more into myself. Into my truth. That speak life That keep me going Voices that carry my lineage My grandmothers My mother My father Age comes with a strict filter. To only allow my voice to carry me forward on my own terms. Voices only carry me in love nowadays.     FYI- In case I didn’t let you guys know, I’ve joined another writing challenge titled: #whensilencespeaks (20 days). Let’s see how it goes!!!    

To wake up is a blessing I give thanks daily  When my feet touch the floor My mission for the day begins: to bloom To be unapologetically me To show up and be present  And open the gifts of the day Unpredictable  Perhaps bizarre; random but not To engage in  Laughter Love Conversations  Connections Candid subtleties #whensilencespeaks

It’s a different world right now than what I envisioned With every new day, it seems that we go back to old ways Many have interjected and reminded me that we have come far from where we were – and I will agree But even in that moment of realization, I can’t help but think we should be so much further We could do so much better We would actually be great I can’t help but question and wonder, what as a people, are we afraid of? Why can’t we embrace our differences but understand we are one Why can’t we do what’s right instead of what is easy? Why can’t we empower each other instead of glorifying power? Why can’t we live in peace instead of setting it as a goal? Why can’t we be love and practice empathy instead embracing fear or saying “hope things work out for you real soon”? Real change requires vulnerability, courage and selflessness                              Money in …