Many people don't know me, but I don't know who me is either. I can't tell you if I'm the loud or rude stereotypical black girl because Mom would say I need to speak up. I'm using my library voice with strangers. I can't tell you I'm the introvert because I like good company. I was born into a world that judges me before they get to know me. And try to attack the concept of happiness. I need it most in this filthy world we live in. I need you. Because you listened and didn't say a word. Just you being there was enough to make me believe you understood the troubles in my sentences and words spoken in a foreign language. I want myself back but I can't remember who I was. || Ebonee desires life to the fullest content as a brown skin but is constantly faced with life's realities that can never turn into her sudden dreams. As she is constantly faced with comparisons of her beauty, cruel judgment, and love she didn't expect it to turn out so unplanned in her premeditated life. || || Then there's Beau, who lives such a different world outside of the way Ebonee sees it as he tries to determine who is his out to kill him. Living two different worlds in hope to find a middle ground, somewhere, between light and dark, in the novel of BROWN SKIN. ||

Most teens dream of visiting the City of Lights, but it feels more like a nightmare for Sophie Brooks. She and her brother are sent to Paris to spend the summer with their father, who left home a year ago without any explanation. As if his sudden abandonment weren't betrayal enough, upon arrival in Paris, the siblings learn that their father is about to remarry. And to make matters worse, they're expected to play nice with his soon-to-be wife and stepdaughter, Camille. Camille, agrees to show Sophie and her brother around Paris, but she quickly makes it clear that she will do everything in her power to make Sophie miserable. Sophie could deal with all the pain and humiliation if only she could practice piano. Her dream is to become a pianist, and she was supposed to spend the summer preparing for a scholarship competition. Even though her father moved to Paris to pursue his own dream, Sophie feels that he clearly doesn't support hers. His promise to provide her with a piano for practice goes unfulfilled. However, an unexpected and handsome new friend comes through in a big way to help Sophie both pursue her dream and learn what's most important in her heart.

**** This is the follow up book to House Number 1402, i suggest reading it first, or else some of this wont make sense****** Jackson's been gone for almost a year, dealing with a threat to his sister's pack. He only returns home when he finds out there is more to the story than his sister and her mate are letting on. But sometimes, coming home isn't so easy. Sadie has been living her life as a single mother, well with the help of her dead best friend's mate, who may be getting closer than he should. It has been her and Andy for the past year, up until Jackson returns. What could go wrong?

Based on Troye Sivan's Blue Neighbourhood trilogy. ❝What if we just drove away?" he asked me, hands on the railing. "Leave this blue neighbourhood?" His curls were in artful disarray. I wanted to kiss him. "Where would we go?" I asked. Lately, he'd been talking about blue neighbourhoods a lot. According to him, a blue neighbourhood was a place where you most felt at home, and you could always go back to. I didn't think I had a blue neighbourhood, to be honest.❞

On depression, and recovery. ❝Perhaps this is our kingdom, perhaps our crowns are the green specks of light that fall into our hair. And perhaps this is our fantasy, and perhaps we have no crowns but collars, collars that bind us to our differences and drive away the threat of being alike. Or perhaps we have both crowns and collars. Perhaps these two are in a constant war against each other, just as we are all in a constant war against ideals.❞

A book mostly about my poetry and few short notes about what I crave. I guess you can call it my diary in a way... Most of my pieces are in the form of spoken word. There're a few erotic ones but most of the rest are depressing because that's how I feel 90% of the time. I may not be very good at writing. I've been writing for 8 months now so I may not be very amazing. Feel free to comment your opinions and thoughts and also to vote Do not copy or quote any of my poems!

❝ Don't be scared to write in ink. Bleed your thoughts, Let it carelessly infuse Between the spaces of blank paper. ❞ - I n k e d S o u l An assortment of short poems. Highest rank :- #01 in Poetry Cover by :- LovemeLovemenotAG ● ● ● Please do not copy my work without my approval. ● ● ● Have a great day!

A collection of EXCERPTS. [poetry, quotes, and otherwise]. Your place to come when you feel lonely, because you're not alone when you feel this way. "We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going insane and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't." IMPORTANT: Read 'not an update; read please' beforehand. Note: parts more towards the end are fairly better than the beginning, just a fair warning. **TRIGGER WARNING** [Highest ranking: #1 in Poetry]

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!