We have to teach, tell, and show Black girls that they are beautiful... that there is no standard of beauty, only defining it. And we, Black girls, define beauty, too. Our hair, shade, shape, and features are beautiful. We set trends, and the world follows.

I aim to convey, through lines and verse, the Black experience as it is today so that the generations who come after us have a lyrical but accurate account of how we contended with racial and social injustice and violence during our lifetime. In essence, I write to promote the reverence we deserve for our resilience, beauty, and humanity.

Blacktivitiy"Bespattered with brilliant stars shining brightAnd suspended over the splendid, sable sea.Though all His works are wondrous beauties,God’s greatest paintings are of you and me.

American Soup"We've taken the lid off, the pot is boiling over.Watch yourself, don't touch itlest you burn and bear the scarsof that good ole American melting potthat’s cracking under the weight of its faux democracy.

Sometimes you have to tell the whole damn truth no matter how ugly and painful it may be. America needs to smell and sit in her own feces for a while and walk around and let the world see her stained rear end and cover its nose at the stench of her democracy.

We have to teach, tell, and show Black girls that they are beautiful ... that there is no standard of beauty, only defining it. And we, Black girls, define beauty, too. Our hair, shade, shape, and features are beautiful. We set trends, and the world follows.

Stunning"Melanin rich and honeyed, butter brown syrupy‘Da blacker the berry, the sweeter the sweetGirl, all hues of the ebony rainbow shineOur rind so rare, age like fine wineLips plump like cherries ready to be picked.Dey spend all kind of money tryin’ to look like ‘dis

The Run"It’s the middle of the day, I know some are home,and they see and hear the wrong that’s going on.A Black man is being hunted on their street,That’s why no one calls in help for me.I hear the shots, three times I’m struck.I try and try, but I can’t get up.My head is lifted toward the sky, No pain, I’m riding the runner’s high.

Black DiamondsBlack gemstones pillaged from Mother Earth and mined from Kemet, Crystallized into rare gems under centuries of pressure. Yet, clarity remains pure under the brutal heat of history And the alluvial mining along the coastlines of black beaches. Whitewashing while extracting Nubian gems from sable sands,Twelve million carats separated from the soil of black lands.

Blood-Stained"Six minutes, no medics, I gasped as ragged breaths escaped my lungs.“Hold on, Bre, hold on,” my love pleaded, but I was already gone.I drowned in my own life’s blood as I heard my love weep for me.Lord, wake us from this nightmare – we want to go back to sleep.