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Untitled Short Poem

Floating like dust particles

below the ceiling light.

We race and run and criss-cross over one another

finding our own paths,

our own places to be.

Our own beautiful places.



Through chilling light I escaped all reason

only to have reached the dark creative edge

Down the sheer wall, stones of knowledge slipped

not even a whisper’s breath rose from its depth… 32 more words


Maya Angelou: RIP

Sorry people but Ive been away cultivating a new addition to my life which has been the most amazing gift on this earth.

But since I’ve been away from NubianSisters blog, I’ve still been alive and kicking on twitter so make sure you keep updated! 144 more words


Never listens to the inner part

Never listens to the inner part

His mother tells him, he’s not all alone.

In July he saw his bones, and fell toward the earth in a heap of eternal pain. 94 more words

Melancholy - A Dissertation

Melancholy. Some people make it through their entire lives without being touched too severely by its inky fingers, dipping into the stillest of waters and turning the whole ocean black and convincing the sailors it has always been that color. 80 more words

Robin Jeffrey

Big Little Lies with Liane Moriarty

As if the title and cover alone were not enough -there’s a whole page-turning tale in there!! I made the most of my 14 minutes with… 36 more words