the letters she wrote, but never sent. (lowercase intended) (will have depression, self harm, and suicide mentioned. if these topics are sensitive to you, i would not recommend this story.)

the letters he wrote, that she'll never receive. (lowercase intended) (sequel to dear ryan) (will have depression, self harm, and suicide mentioned. if these topics are sensitive to you, i would not recommend this story.)

Poetry.

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

I'm NOT being racist at all. there are just some guide books out there that don't have the right formula for black females! so, i started this book, just for you.

❝Sometimes, we do things others don't understand // if they ask why, just tell'em // tell'em that I love you, babe, tell'em that I love you, babe...❞ Raheema 'Rah' Blackwood cannot and will not put faith in anything she can't see, God being the only exception to that. She won't stop sneaking food into her room, even though she'll get punched in the throat if she's caught. She won't stop cussing. She won't turn down her music. She won't stop trying to be the best at everything. She won't let herself be pushed over. She won't be anything less than strong, and she won't change that. Enter from stage left Raheema's opposite, Sydney 'Syd' Westbrooks. Syd won't go around, making trouble (unless it's absolutely nessecary). She won't cuss. She won't stop putting her hair into the ever-so-classic Syd Ponytail. She won't ever get involved in any drama. She won't stress on anything for too long. She won't stop tripping over her own two feet. She won't hang with anyone who goes against her moral code, and she won't be influenced. Some things you can't change, and these two are determined to be constant in remaining the same. Fate says otherwise, though. It'll only be a matter of time before they stop chasing the fool's gold that is staying in one place, thus deferring them. Maybe, just maybe, they'll find true gold in the other's soul, and grow comfortable with change as well.

A diary of 2am thoughts from a 2am thot.

This is just an assortment of my thoughts. The cover was produced by @etherealinsanity, who has her own collection of thoughts in a book called 'set free', which will literally leave you speechless. She was one of my many inspirations to write myself and has supported me along the way.

"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell but it doesn't matter. nobody knows anything and i sure as hell don't.