It’s the love in my heart,
the thoughts in my head
and the tenderness of my touch that spews my femininity.
The twist of my hips does not make me a woman.
It’s the smile on my face,
the calm of my voice
and the right to a choice that makes me a Queen.
Shell, Alex Elle (via alexandraelle)
6-Word Story #94 (via writingsforwinter)
when i will place you
on a shelf
in the back of my head.
i have already begun
collecting the dust
i will conceal your name with.
'a new volume' by Della Hicks-Wilson (via dellahickswilson)
Shabazz Pizazz: Ascension
Ascension is an automatic process. We either go willingly or unwillingly. We either choose to take the path or it chooses us. Now when it chooses us we often times become victims of circumstance. The world seems to be against us and problematic more than a challenge. The world becomes a guess. We…