"I am often asked how I learned how to write.
THAT is a question, I do not have the words for.
But I suppose it started some time in elementary school,
far before metaphors and alliteration.
It started with Accelerated Reading Points.
It started with long trips to the public library with my mommy,
each week a bit more excited than the one before.
Racing my brother through the bookshelves and being "shhh'ed" by the old librarians.
Older cousins knew ALL the big words and I wanted to be just like them.
It grew in D.E.A.R. time.
Drop Everything And Read was custom in the Brydie house.
I'd climb onto my daddy's lap and stumble over all the new words I'd learned.
"Sound it out," he'd whisper. "You got it baby girl."
After school, we'd take trips to the bookstore.
I'd walk in and stand in awe of all the books I have yet to read.
My parents would burst open my door late at night and yell because I was buried in new literature.
"Just a minute," I'd plead. "I think Bella and Jacob might kiss."
"One more chapter."
"One more page."
"Just one more sentence."
And who can argue with a cute face and a thirsty mind.
It blossomed when I "fell in love."
Eleventh grade and scavenging the library for books on broken hearts.
Poems, and quotes, and songs got me through.
I found that there were words for everything.
The smell of Gram's oatmeal raisin cookies.
The uncontrollable laughs with high school friends.
The emptiness I felt, when my grandfather was called Home.
There are words for everything,
and the coolest thing is, you don't have to say them aloud.
Sometimes your voice trembles, and your throat gets all scratchy.
Sometimes you are too afraid to even try.
It flourished when I bought a tan leather notebook.
$38.95 from Barnes and Noble,
but I wanted it.
And I learned how to love lexicon down the pages of this journal.
It multiplied when I decided to share.
When I realized the power in my voice.
When I understood that I can write my own story.
I'd been waiting for others to do it for me.
So, I picked up my pen.
Flipped to an empty page.
And Wrote My Truth."
-Naturallykbiggie, Write Your Truth
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Colored Magic
"Resilience. Noun. The ability of substance or object to spring back
into shape.
Strength. Noun. The capacity of substance or object to withstand great
force or pressure.
Power. Noun. The ability to direct or influence the behavior of others
or a course of events.
Women of Color. Noun. Magic.
With skin like sand, and clay, and dusk.
I used to wonder how God could pack so much beauty into the 5’2 frame
that is my grandmother.
Question daily, how the literal meaning of Magic lies on her face, her
journey from Mississippi to Maryland, and the way she raised two black bodies in
this world not meant to love them.
I use to question all of these things, the validity of super powers in
the first place until I started finding glimmers of star dust sprinkled
strategically on every colored woman I’ve ever met.
Me, being the curious girl I’ve always been, I wanted to know what it
was.
Wanted to taste a bit of stardust for myself.
When I finally got the glitter on my fingertips, I realized it was
resilience.
I realized it was strength.
I realized it was power.
It was years.
It was centuries of brown girl buoyancy.
Never knowing where life may take you but knowing there was something
more than this step.
It was taking steps, leaving countries and men, gaining education,
finding yourself in all of this mess.
It was the voices of all of my ancestors, and all of your ancestors
Whispering sweet everything’s into skin and praying it would seep into
their daughters.
And here we are daughters.
Glimmering and glistening like magic.
We are still taking steps.
Still following the path they lay diligently for us, creating our own
ones if need be.
Pushing on and forward.
Despite all this world comes with.
Despite all being women of color comes with.
We are the strongest beings I’ve ever seen.
We form communities at kitchen tables.
Love, in our embraces with one another.
Hope, in all of us in this room right now.
Right now, we are resilient, strong, powerful.
We are all the things we’ve ever thought of being, but were far too
afraid to pursue.
You are her.
The doctor, the lawyer, the astronaut, the rock star, the ballerina.
You are her.
You are everything you’ve ever wanted.
You have all the strength you’ve ever needed.
You are Magic."
-Naturallykbiggie, Colored Magic
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
So, What Are You Going To Be When You Grow Up?
"Dear Self,
It is okay to say, NO.
You don't need to explain.
You don't need to justify.
You do not need to break your back for others to stand.
Take care please,
Self."
-Naturallykbiggie, Saying No + Meaning it
This is for every senior in college who has been routinely plagued with this question for the past 20 odd years of our lives. This is for the timid pause we take when trying to answer immediately. This is for every "girl, you graduate in a year. You better figure it out" response. This is for the respectable answers we give to please distant family members and friends. This is for the anxiety attack I had at work yesterday when trying to seriously sit down and plan out my entire life.
This is for....me.
I DON'T KNOW.
I am trying to learn that it is okay not to know.
I mean it's crazy really. You spend 12 years in school, walking in straight lines and raising your hand to go to the bathroom. You dream of these jobs that you soon realize you don't like or can't imagine pursuing...then you're thrown into college. You're told to pick a major at freshman orientation. So you do. Then you change your major a year down the line to something you really love. You find yourself.
And one day, you open your eyes and graduation is tomorrow and you don't know how to take that next step.
So, I'm writing this mainly to convince myself.
It is okay Kier.
You don't know where life may take you, which career path, what grad school, what state, living arrangements, what company, freelance, bills? WHAT MONEY?
You don't know. And I am trying to learn that it is okay not to know.
I want the people who read this to know that your emotions are valid!
Cry. I did.
Pout. I did.
Get Angry. I did.
Spend some time alone. I did.
Then I want you to grab a cold glass of water and take a walk. Seriously. I want you to focus on your breath, deep inhales + slow exhales. You need a spiritual experience. Talk to God, meditate, pray, do whatever it is you need to.
Then I want you to talk to yourself. I asked myself yesterday, "What's with me cutting more slack for others than I do myself?"
I need you to think about yourself right now. Not what others want you to be, or where they want you to go. I need you to think about you right now. I need you to grab a pen and a notebook and I need you to plan. Take your time. Come up with options. Talk to a mutual, levelheaded confidant. Now take a break. I need you to eat, drink more water, and get a good nights sleep.
Most importantly, I need you to know that it is okay not to know.
Please take care.
~Naturallykbiggie
It is okay to say, NO.
You don't need to explain.
You don't need to justify.
You do not need to break your back for others to stand.
Take care please,
Self."
-Naturallykbiggie, Saying No + Meaning it
This is for every senior in college who has been routinely plagued with this question for the past 20 odd years of our lives. This is for the timid pause we take when trying to answer immediately. This is for every "girl, you graduate in a year. You better figure it out" response. This is for the respectable answers we give to please distant family members and friends. This is for the anxiety attack I had at work yesterday when trying to seriously sit down and plan out my entire life.
This is for....me.
I DON'T KNOW.
I am trying to learn that it is okay not to know.
I mean it's crazy really. You spend 12 years in school, walking in straight lines and raising your hand to go to the bathroom. You dream of these jobs that you soon realize you don't like or can't imagine pursuing...then you're thrown into college. You're told to pick a major at freshman orientation. So you do. Then you change your major a year down the line to something you really love. You find yourself.
And one day, you open your eyes and graduation is tomorrow and you don't know how to take that next step.
So, I'm writing this mainly to convince myself.
It is okay Kier.
You don't know where life may take you, which career path, what grad school, what state, living arrangements, what company, freelance, bills? WHAT MONEY?
You don't know. And I am trying to learn that it is okay not to know.
I want the people who read this to know that your emotions are valid!
Cry. I did.
Pout. I did.
Get Angry. I did.
Spend some time alone. I did.
Then I want you to grab a cold glass of water and take a walk. Seriously. I want you to focus on your breath, deep inhales + slow exhales. You need a spiritual experience. Talk to God, meditate, pray, do whatever it is you need to.
Then I want you to talk to yourself. I asked myself yesterday, "What's with me cutting more slack for others than I do myself?"
I need you to think about yourself right now. Not what others want you to be, or where they want you to go. I need you to think about you right now. I need you to grab a pen and a notebook and I need you to plan. Take your time. Come up with options. Talk to a mutual, levelheaded confidant. Now take a break. I need you to eat, drink more water, and get a good nights sleep.
Most importantly, I need you to know that it is okay not to know.
Please take care.
~Naturallykbiggie
Friday, August 14, 2015
This Summer I Learned How To Love Myself
"In April, I learned how to let go of dying roses.
Learned that weeds are often disguised as masterpieces.
Learned that some thorns never allowed me to water my
own garden.
In May, I learned rock bottom.
Learned that you must reach the deepest soil in order to
plant new trees.
I learned pursuing + patience.
In June, I learned how to pick myself up.
How to kiss my own bruises.
Learned how to mirror counsel my shards into
staccato stained glass.
In July, I learned how to dance.
How to become a symphony for my own glory.
I learned how to celebrate the Magic I am.
It is August, and I have learned to love myself.
Whispered poems, sang songs, and two stepped in the rain.
I learned where my heart flutters.
I have cocoon blossomed into a red lacewing butterfly.
The summer I learned how to break past barriers,
Dance to the edge of a cliff,
And FLY."
-Naturallykbiggie, Relearning Summer Love
THIS WAS THE GREATEST SUMMER OF MY ENTIRE LIFE BECAUSE I LEARNED THE MOST IMPORTANT LESSON: SELF LOVE.
I had no idea this summer would have so much personal growth in store. In all honesty, I was dreading this summer. To be completely transparent, I had just gotten out of a year long relationship. And although, there were no foul feelings in our parting, I realized that I was growing stagnant. I was not putting myself first. Everything was "we, We, WE" and I saw myself suffering from that.
So we split, and I was heartbroken.
And on my journey to healing, I have learned what was missing.
RADICAL SELF LOVE.
This summer I learned to love myself.
I started off faking, claiming phrases like "black girl magic" and "self exploration." Let me tell you something. I faked it until I made it. I spent mornings in the mirror, proclaiming that I am worthy of love.
What I didn't realize was, that love had to come from me first.
What I didn't realize was that I am my greatest treasure.
I didn't realize my magic.
And now I am sitting here crying, typing this message to ALL of the black girls who read my blog, begging you to find yourself. Find out what you love. Find out who you are. Be fearless in your pursuit of yourself. Last night, I sat in my bed, overwhelmed + crying at my Black Girl Magic. I want everyone to know this feeling. It is better than all the dates, and kisses, and anniversaries. To love yourself, radically. To proclaim that love, shamelessly. And to radiate that love, magically.
I have no words to describe it.
I cannot write enough poems.
Sing enough songs.
All I can do is continue to bask in my glory.
If you never take anything else away from my blog, I want you to take this and keep it in your front pocket for the days when the world is too heavy, for heartbreak, for failed dreams, for all the pain:
YOU ARE MAGIC. Find yourself. And never, ever stop falling in love.
This summer I learned how to love myself.
I am praying you do too.
Stay Happy, Stay Healthy.
~Naturallykbiggie
Learned that weeds are often disguised as masterpieces.
Learned that some thorns never allowed me to water my
own garden.
In May, I learned rock bottom.
Learned that you must reach the deepest soil in order to
plant new trees.
I learned pursuing + patience.
In June, I learned how to pick myself up.
How to kiss my own bruises.
Learned how to mirror counsel my shards into
staccato stained glass.
In July, I learned how to dance.
How to become a symphony for my own glory.
I learned how to celebrate the Magic I am.
It is August, and I have learned to love myself.
Whispered poems, sang songs, and two stepped in the rain.
I learned where my heart flutters.
I have cocoon blossomed into a red lacewing butterfly.
The summer I learned how to break past barriers,
Dance to the edge of a cliff,
And FLY."
-Naturallykbiggie, Relearning Summer Love
THIS WAS THE GREATEST SUMMER OF MY ENTIRE LIFE BECAUSE I LEARNED THE MOST IMPORTANT LESSON: SELF LOVE.
I had no idea this summer would have so much personal growth in store. In all honesty, I was dreading this summer. To be completely transparent, I had just gotten out of a year long relationship. And although, there were no foul feelings in our parting, I realized that I was growing stagnant. I was not putting myself first. Everything was "we, We, WE" and I saw myself suffering from that.
So we split, and I was heartbroken.
And on my journey to healing, I have learned what was missing.
RADICAL SELF LOVE.
This summer I learned to love myself.
I started off faking, claiming phrases like "black girl magic" and "self exploration." Let me tell you something. I faked it until I made it. I spent mornings in the mirror, proclaiming that I am worthy of love.
What I didn't realize was, that love had to come from me first.
What I didn't realize was that I am my greatest treasure.
I didn't realize my magic.
And now I am sitting here crying, typing this message to ALL of the black girls who read my blog, begging you to find yourself. Find out what you love. Find out who you are. Be fearless in your pursuit of yourself. Last night, I sat in my bed, overwhelmed + crying at my Black Girl Magic. I want everyone to know this feeling. It is better than all the dates, and kisses, and anniversaries. To love yourself, radically. To proclaim that love, shamelessly. And to radiate that love, magically.
I have no words to describe it.
I cannot write enough poems.
Sing enough songs.
All I can do is continue to bask in my glory.
If you never take anything else away from my blog, I want you to take this and keep it in your front pocket for the days when the world is too heavy, for heartbreak, for failed dreams, for all the pain:
YOU ARE MAGIC. Find yourself. And never, ever stop falling in love.
This summer I learned how to love myself.
I am praying you do too.
Stay Happy, Stay Healthy.
~Naturallykbiggie
Monday, August 10, 2015
Love Letters To My Younger Self
For when you are 14 years old and trying to find your place in this world,
First things first,
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
I know you don't think you are beautiful enough. I know you're growing tired of hearing it from all your parent's friends and not enough from the people who matter, like the silly boys at school, but you are beautiful. And what I'm about to say may be the greatest lesson you'll ever learn:
No one can see you like you see you.
No one can love on you the way you can love on you.
You are your greatest treasure.
Delicate. Strong. Full of intricacies that not every one can water.
You control the nozzle.
YOU control who you allow to flow in and out of your garden + how roughly they may stampede on your flowers.
YOU are gatekeeper.
Next up,
One day, no time soon but still not too far in the future, you will soak in the sun. You will not be afraid of the aftermath of her rays.
I don't know who taught you that dark skin is not beautiful. I am begging you to unlearn it.
You will spend too many daylights hiding inside.
You have spent too many mornings afraid to look in the mirror for fear of finding darker flesh.
One day, you will learn of the beautiful Africa still living in your melanin. You will learn that you cannot whitewash a colored masterpiece.
You will taste your own skin and hum that song everyone sang to you.
The one about dark berries and sweet juice.
One day you will believe it.
Lastly, For now,
I know of the book of poems you have written and how you're afraid to share them because "Who listens to teenage girls?"
I know, by now, that you have written at least 50 stories on what it's like to be a little black girl from Stone Mountain, Georgia.
I want you to keep writing, baby girl.
You will soon know of the power you posses. Your words will heal friends, broken hearts, shattered homes. Your words will heal yourself.
I don't know how your story ends. I am still writing.
But here's a spoiler:
One day, when you're 21 + a senior in college + a smart mouth with a lot to say, you will change the entire world around you. You may not notice at first, but then you'll start to realize how close you've grown with your parents, how friends come to you for love and advice, and how the world just doesn't seem as big around you.
I want you to know that this paradigm shift all started with you LOVING YOURSELF FIRST.
First things first,
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
I know you don't think you are beautiful enough. I know you're growing tired of hearing it from all your parent's friends and not enough from the people who matter, like the silly boys at school, but you are beautiful. And what I'm about to say may be the greatest lesson you'll ever learn:
No one can see you like you see you.
No one can love on you the way you can love on you.
You are your greatest treasure.
Delicate. Strong. Full of intricacies that not every one can water.
You control the nozzle.
YOU control who you allow to flow in and out of your garden + how roughly they may stampede on your flowers.
YOU are gatekeeper.
Next up,
One day, no time soon but still not too far in the future, you will soak in the sun. You will not be afraid of the aftermath of her rays.
I don't know who taught you that dark skin is not beautiful. I am begging you to unlearn it.
You will spend too many daylights hiding inside.
You have spent too many mornings afraid to look in the mirror for fear of finding darker flesh.
One day, you will learn of the beautiful Africa still living in your melanin. You will learn that you cannot whitewash a colored masterpiece.
You will taste your own skin and hum that song everyone sang to you.
The one about dark berries and sweet juice.
One day you will believe it.
Lastly, For now,
I know of the book of poems you have written and how you're afraid to share them because "Who listens to teenage girls?"
I know, by now, that you have written at least 50 stories on what it's like to be a little black girl from Stone Mountain, Georgia.
I want you to keep writing, baby girl.
You will soon know of the power you posses. Your words will heal friends, broken hearts, shattered homes. Your words will heal yourself.
I don't know how your story ends. I am still writing.
But here's a spoiler:
One day, when you're 21 + a senior in college + a smart mouth with a lot to say, you will change the entire world around you. You may not notice at first, but then you'll start to realize how close you've grown with your parents, how friends come to you for love and advice, and how the world just doesn't seem as big around you.
I want you to know that this paradigm shift all started with you LOVING YOURSELF FIRST.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
365 Day Shameless Journey
I don't think you all are ready for the magic that is about to happen!
For the past year or so, I have watched ShamelessMaya on YouTube, followed her journey, + watched her grow. She has inspired me to start my own SHAMELESS journey.
Now being shameless means something different to every person. To me, being shameless means being YOU 100%. It means not allowing fear to stand in the way of your dreams. It means dreaming BIG. I mean, think of some far off desire, something you care barely imagine and multiply that times 100. Now reach for that dream. Keep reaching, despite all the haters, despite all the preconceived notions, despite all the stereotypes, and despite all of your fear of failure. Reaaaaacchhhhh a little more. Now, grab it.
THAT IS SHAMELESS.
On my journey, I want to discover myself. Now I am already pretty sure of who I am, but I think it's by default. I've lived in this bubble of, this is the way the world wants you to be so this is how you are. And I've accepted it for so long. It is time for me to travel, try new foods, live in an igloo. Shoot whatever it is, it's time for me to be 100% shameless in my pursuit of myself.
I am so excited. I'm kind of bubbling right now. I, of course, want to bring you all along on my 365 day shameless journey to share and inspire you all to live for yourself in hopes that we can all #GetShameless together!
Here is a small list of some of my goals for my journey:
-GRADUATE!!
-WRITE A BOOK
-Go camping, not "glamping" but seriously camping
-Travel outside of the United States
-Compete in a poetry slam
-Join my university's Communication Honor Society
-Buy a camera + document life
-Go to a concert by myself
-Dance in the rain
-Be an extra in a movie or TV show
-Change the World!
And the list will go on and on and on...
August 5th, 2015 is the start of a journey that I pray will turn into a lifestyle. Today is monumental. 365 days from now I hope to look back on all I've learned and smile at who I've become.
LET'S GO!
For the past year or so, I have watched ShamelessMaya on YouTube, followed her journey, + watched her grow. She has inspired me to start my own SHAMELESS journey.
Now being shameless means something different to every person. To me, being shameless means being YOU 100%. It means not allowing fear to stand in the way of your dreams. It means dreaming BIG. I mean, think of some far off desire, something you care barely imagine and multiply that times 100. Now reach for that dream. Keep reaching, despite all the haters, despite all the preconceived notions, despite all the stereotypes, and despite all of your fear of failure. Reaaaaacchhhhh a little more. Now, grab it.
THAT IS SHAMELESS.
On my journey, I want to discover myself. Now I am already pretty sure of who I am, but I think it's by default. I've lived in this bubble of, this is the way the world wants you to be so this is how you are. And I've accepted it for so long. It is time for me to travel, try new foods, live in an igloo. Shoot whatever it is, it's time for me to be 100% shameless in my pursuit of myself.
I am so excited. I'm kind of bubbling right now. I, of course, want to bring you all along on my 365 day shameless journey to share and inspire you all to live for yourself in hopes that we can all #GetShameless together!
Here is a small list of some of my goals for my journey:
-GRADUATE!!
-WRITE A BOOK
-Go camping, not "glamping" but seriously camping
-Travel outside of the United States
-Compete in a poetry slam
-Join my university's Communication Honor Society
-Buy a camera + document life
-Go to a concert by myself
-Dance in the rain
-Be an extra in a movie or TV show
-Change the World!
And the list will go on and on and on...
August 5th, 2015 is the start of a journey that I pray will turn into a lifestyle. Today is monumental. 365 days from now I hope to look back on all I've learned and smile at who I've become.
LET'S GO!
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Grand Libraries -- #SelfCareAugust
"My name is Kiersten Brydie.
I am 21 years old.
I stand 5 feet 11 inches tall.
I have dark skin, coily hair,
and an unnatural obsession with the way words line pages
and turn empty space into grand libraries.
I am a grand library,
and what I've learned is that I have to be my own book keeper.
Dust off old passion pages,
Write new ones when it is time,
And throw out literature that no longer makes me move.
Everyone doesn't deserve a library card.
The devil may come dressed up as the most avid reader,
but I have learned the difference between fiction and reality.
I am learning to stock my bookshelf with more books about me.
I am learning that reading them daily is like watering plants,
necessary for abundant growth.
I am learning to out grow my library.
Finding that fear of knowledge unknown is the only thing that's kept my warehouse so small.
I am moving all my books,
taking all my treasures and relocating to the grandest library.
Not everyone is invited to spend time here.
Some may frequent the old warehouse searching for the new me.
I am busy decorating,
too consumed with finding new words to write new books all about me.
I now understand why tiny librarians take their job so seriously.
They are protecting all they've ever had,
all their stories,
all the poems they've spent nights etching into skin.
So Am I."
-Naturallykbiggie, Grand Libraries
I am 21 years old.
I stand 5 feet 11 inches tall.
I have dark skin, coily hair,
and an unnatural obsession with the way words line pages
and turn empty space into grand libraries.
I am a grand library,
and what I've learned is that I have to be my own book keeper.
Dust off old passion pages,
Write new ones when it is time,
And throw out literature that no longer makes me move.
Everyone doesn't deserve a library card.
The devil may come dressed up as the most avid reader,
but I have learned the difference between fiction and reality.
I am learning to stock my bookshelf with more books about me.
I am learning that reading them daily is like watering plants,
necessary for abundant growth.
I am learning to out grow my library.
Finding that fear of knowledge unknown is the only thing that's kept my warehouse so small.
I am moving all my books,
taking all my treasures and relocating to the grandest library.
Not everyone is invited to spend time here.
Some may frequent the old warehouse searching for the new me.
I am busy decorating,
too consumed with finding new words to write new books all about me.
I now understand why tiny librarians take their job so seriously.
They are protecting all they've ever had,
all their stories,
all the poems they've spent nights etching into skin.
So Am I."
-Naturallykbiggie, Grand Libraries
Monday, August 3, 2015
#SelfCareAugust
"We are handed heavy things.
Sometimes it is a first love.
Or a hearty laugh.
Or a sleepless night.
Other times it is a shattered rainbow.
There will be days when your arms are not big or strong enough to cradle all things at once.
When this time comes,
drop one.
Shit drop them all and hold yourself.
I am too familiar with everyone else's struggle and not enough of my own warmth.
This is for colored girls, with shattered rainbows, searching for beauty in her wreckage.
Brush aside the rubble, sweep away the debris.
Behold.
You are still standing"
-Naturallykbiggie, The Monument That Grew From Wreckage
Hi Guys!
I am so happy to be back writing to you. I've missed sharing so much!
I am participating in #SelfCareAugust. Self Care is different for everyone, but for me it is particularly important.
Being a writer/poet and being involved in movement work is a very, very heavy load to carry. Over the past few months, I have found myself so angry. I mean mad, upset, popping off for no reason and it really isn't until recently that I realized I am allowing so much grief to build up inside of me. I have not been taking care of myself. Even in my outlet, poetry, I have allowed so much anger to infiltrate my space.
My daddy even recently asked me why all of my poems were so heavy.
To solve that and heal myself, I am using #SelfCareAugust as a challenge for me to write one new poem every day about the beauty of just loving on myself. I have never done a poetry challenge before, but I am so happy I have placed this one on myself. This August, my self care will be me finding new ways to love, express, and give to myself.
Of course, I'll be sharing some of my poems with you guys, so stay tuned for tons of love.
Please, pulease, take care of yourselves.
You deserve all the love you have to give.
Stay Happy, Stay Healthy.
~Naturallykbiggie
Sometimes it is a first love.
Or a hearty laugh.
Or a sleepless night.
Other times it is a shattered rainbow.
There will be days when your arms are not big or strong enough to cradle all things at once.
When this time comes,
drop one.
Shit drop them all and hold yourself.
I am too familiar with everyone else's struggle and not enough of my own warmth.
This is for colored girls, with shattered rainbows, searching for beauty in her wreckage.
Brush aside the rubble, sweep away the debris.
Behold.
You are still standing"
-Naturallykbiggie, The Monument That Grew From Wreckage
Hi Guys!
I am so happy to be back writing to you. I've missed sharing so much!
I am participating in #SelfCareAugust. Self Care is different for everyone, but for me it is particularly important.
Being a writer/poet and being involved in movement work is a very, very heavy load to carry. Over the past few months, I have found myself so angry. I mean mad, upset, popping off for no reason and it really isn't until recently that I realized I am allowing so much grief to build up inside of me. I have not been taking care of myself. Even in my outlet, poetry, I have allowed so much anger to infiltrate my space.
My daddy even recently asked me why all of my poems were so heavy.
To solve that and heal myself, I am using #SelfCareAugust as a challenge for me to write one new poem every day about the beauty of just loving on myself. I have never done a poetry challenge before, but I am so happy I have placed this one on myself. This August, my self care will be me finding new ways to love, express, and give to myself.
Of course, I'll be sharing some of my poems with you guys, so stay tuned for tons of love.
Please, pulease, take care of yourselves.
You deserve all the love you have to give.
Stay Happy, Stay Healthy.
~Naturallykbiggie
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