From destined to failure, to publishing my first poetry book at 23.
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PRE-ORDER: I See How You’ve Kept Me (April 2021)
HELLO MY LOVES! I finally did it. I wrote my first poetry book, and it’s coming out April 25, 2021. As many of you have noticed, I haven’t posted on my blog for a while. I dedicated 6 months in 2020 to work on myself, my craft, and my relationship with God. The months I…
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Breaking Chains: Why I left the New Age Movement.
It is freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by yoke of slavery.” – Galatians 5:1 Okay. This is me standing firm, for me, and for you. I left the new age movement in May, and ran into the hands of Christ. Literally. It…
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Whose. | A Prayer
For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s. Romans 14:8 Dear God, Show me whose I am. Not who I am, whose. Show me who I belong to because this world attempts…
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Palms.
I fell hard into rough palms where love was craved and life seemed calm, but fingers aren’t meant to be support systems so like water this soul slipped through them with nothing to catch me. I learned, it’s not about feelings it’s about figuring out the ways we stop growing when our perception caves. It’s…
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Steadfast.
Because the clouds choose to be pink and blue, I choose to spend this time only worshipping you. To bask in your creation and marvel at existence since your lovely dedication is the reason I am. Just as the sky transforms I mold myself to fit your view and promise to stay steadfast and…
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Even When.
Teach me to seek you even when the world feeds me with empty promises. Teach me to love you even when I don’t agree with the plans set out for me. Teach me to worship you even when my burdens sits on my chest weighing me down. Teach me to trust you even when I…
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Advance.
Your love washes over me in waves. Despite my losses I can be brave knowing I am kept as your daughter, for even when I slept you thought I mattered. I was not created by scientific chance I was divinely placed— planned in advance. Photo: Pinterest
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Music | Spoken Word
She remembered the tubes.Each pierced into her skin, never had she seen such beautiful masterpieces. She visualized violins. She thought of how her neck would arch to fit into the bow of the violin, as if she and the violin could become one. And her heart beat so perfectly in rhythm you would think it’s…
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Grandma’s Hands.
Just as trees and flowers grow on soft supple earth, grandma’s womb birthed entire generations. A lineage that stretches across her spine, to engraved itself at the bottom of her feet. Like vines, the veins on her hands told a story, and with them, she created history. Yet she still lives. She lives in the…
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