"In relationships, writer’s block is when you realize that while you may have had many stories to share, you feel like you have none left to write. It has affected everyone. Ok—maybe not everyone, but definitely a lot of people…probably."
#Sunkissed
Made in Liberia
Although I was born in Africa
And I have bathed in the sun
My flesh burns the hottest
My color changes the most
Whenever I have been kissed by you
I know the name to your brand of makeup
Black Man Blush
-MM
Sometimes I Think of Losing You
An Open Letter to You.
I could never be convinced to love you. I know this is probably not what you want to hear and you may not buy it, but this is reality. If I spent all of my leisure time lying to myself I would still not be able to make this one true. I am honestly unsure and deeply confused about what the rest of the world thinks they see in you. . . .
Toast
Corporate Heart: A Short(er) Story
The Jolly Giant: A Short Story
His eyes wandered to the ride next the one he was about to get on. He noted the spinning, the turning, the screaming…at least he wasn’t getting on that one. He shook his head in an attempt to block the thoughts entering his head and looked down at Sa—. She was looking at him, a slight smile on her lips.
“Just don’t think about it,” she said. “Just look at me.”
He wanted to. His eyes rested on her face and he began to calm down. And then the ride began to stop…and he realized that he’d have to get on pretty soon.
Upon Your Return
October 10th, Letter 1: You're Coming Back
Kanye compared people to seasons; beautiful and fleeting. He might be right but I can't be sure. The Equinox has come and gone three times since I last saw you, and now that you're on your way back I can't help but wonder: what was the season in our case? Was it your leaving or our time together? Something was only temporary, it can't be both.
When I First Saw You
June 30, Letter 1: Love at First Sight
Hot, sticky and poorly ventilated City buses are no place to find love, or a comfortable seat to nap in. The Summer was particularly bad, the heat would help the aroma of body odor to hang there, lingering in my nose. Because I worked so much I was always tired and afraid to get too comfortable. During one of my bouts fighting off sleep, you walked on to the bus.