“With forever, I can be me. With forever, I can be free.”

I remember when I started my blog in 2011. Fifteen years!!!!! Fifteen years have flown by, and it’s been a beautiful, worthwhile journey. I remember being in Los Angeles, and getting to a point where I couldn’t stand being there. There was a heaviness upon my shoulders back then that was sucking the life and joy out of me. Fast forward to now, I feel light enough to float in happiness. Home is where the heart is, and I’m truly at home. I’m where I’m meant to be. I published my poem Forever on July 30, 2011, when I knew I was definitely moving back to New York for good. I know nothing is forever. Forever with this poem means seizing time and making it mine. Forever means making the most out of the time one has. I wonder what my journey will look like in another fifteen years?

I love Forever

Because Forever pushes me forward.

Helps  me go where I need to go.

Helps  me soar when I need to  fly.

Forever is more than a friend.

Forever is like a savior

That has caught me upon falling.

Is the giver of a second chance.

Forever doesn’t care about mistakes

That I make, or even repeat.

With Forever, I can be me.

With Forever, I can be free.

Forever is like destiny I can hold

Right in my hand.

And upon opening them,

I unleash a world of possibilities.

Blockades of a dream are unheard of.

Forever will never allow it.

I feel like all I have is Forever

And I will not waste precious time.

See Me

What do you see when you see me?

An intelligent woman whose free?

A poet with a knack for self expression?

A woman with the right to just be?

What song do you hear from my sweet voice?

Do I sing a song of misery?

Do I sing a song so unfamiliar to you?

Do I sing only of what you want to see?

What do you feel when we’re face to face?

Is it fear that enters your mind?

Or yet, an image of a thug or disgust?

If it is, then why can’t you feel my kind?

Even with endless cruelty, my heart still beats.

I walk forward with my head held high.

Walk with a fist in the air that you see as racist.

But I just call it solidarity, self love, and self pride.

What is it that you see within this body?

And why can’t you just see me?