❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

I smiled back at him, and I knew. I knew he would be the first man I would kill.

Call it prose. Call it poetry. Call it hastily written words. Whatever you call it...enjoy it. Be saddened by it. Learn from it. Embrace it. Bask in it. These are words written by one woman for all women. You're beautiful. Smile. There is someone out there who thinks you are utterly amazing. Disclaimer: This picture does not belong to me and is the product of whosendu.com

:Cover created by Cyberalias: Sexy ass boyfriend? Um check. Down ass bestie? Um check check. Druggie brother/Alcoholic father/Post preggo sister? Definite check. A seventeen year old black girl living in the hood? Yeah that's definitely Roshni. At the surface her life is bearable but when one drama-filled day creates a domino effect it leaves Roshni questioning just how horrible her life really is. And is there a way to make it better?

We refuse to be muted! For all my beautiful brown sistas who need some uplifting or encouragement. We all need love. ♡ And we shall not be judged by the color of our skin or the gender we are. Black women are beautiful and strong!!! New cover created by @InvincibleWanderer

Boy meets girl, Girl meets boy. Need i say more? 'Don't get it twisted we ain't bonnie or Clyde she's just She and I'm just I'