Be You



Hot Boyz – Missy Elliott




fleeting thoughts … 








Been a bit selfish, self-absorbed, … feminine lately.




Sorry = \ .





I’ve always hated puzzles.

I prefer a bit more certainty.





In other news …

Definitely feel like I’m getting back to myself in some ways.




Uncensored much?

Sometimes you only get one shot though …




hey …     fm. : )






Pretty much a rushed piece … ?

Good way to wrap up a pretty productive weekend …



just have a few more things to check off the “to do” list .




random ! 

smh @ those salty rice & beans



thinking of an idea

can’t do it the way I want to though … -,-



I suppose.




here are a couple fleeting 




hope it’s not too much …




tell me …

purpose? temporary? disapp —


shhh …






charged up?









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Be You

Rope Burn – Janet Jackson




the previews.







1999, or something like that.







Let’s play maid.

“What do I have to do?”

Anything I say.














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Be You


Parental Advisory … duh !

Same B*tches – Post Malone ft. G-Eazy & YG


clouded judgment . 




Started out on a totally different level,

but stopped early on.

figured it was time to do it for the contemporaries


So I’m writing.

Malone’s on repeat.

Still got have you on my mind,

and no I don’t believe it;

but the fantasy’s amazing.


Continue reading

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Be You


If You Want Me — Total




fact or fiction?

I’m having deja vu as I write this…

and hoping maybe it’s a sign.




Thoughts & Wonderings


Are you who I think you are?

Am I buggin’?

…is it even possible?

wynter: h a , why  not ?



If you are who I’m hoping you are,

>> doesn’t even matter

then I’m living in a fantasy.

Never been the type to beg for attention…

somehow still always get what who I want.

At least I hope so.


If you are who I want you to be,

then I want you in the worst way.


If you are who I’m praying you are,

then why me?


♥, …





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Somewhere in Brooklyn


Be You


Ex-Factor — Lauryn Hill


The Archives

vol. 1


Funny how things turned out.

After all them lies that you love me,

And it was me you couldn’t do without.


Shit sounded good for a bit.

Eventually, crying got trying.

Constantly lying and fighting.

I grew to expect that shit.

Every two months: new drama, new bitch.


Why did I stay?

Fuck was I on?

Late nights watching you sleep, with my side eye on.

What can I say?

I was young. I was dumb.

And you?

A creep from jump.


Nevermind all that, because you were my type.

And it was from your apple, that I wanted to bite.

I can still think back to some of those nights.

Sun coming up, you and me on the phone.

Or those late nights coming to see you, with my work clothes on.


In the beginning, we talked. We confessed.

You were hurting because of your ex.

Like a fool, I chose to stay.

Thought my love was the key to you seeing things my way.


Loved you with a passion.

The shit I always dreamed of.

Knee buckling, stomach clenching, real love.


But that love never came.

All the wack ass games.

How the fuck was I your girlfriend, but blocked from your page?

Fights and arguments,

to restore the peace I took the blame.


A man you were never.

Your stupid ass really thought you were clever.


Love me? You never did.

I know you remember when I could have had your kid.


Wanted to leave, even tried to sometimes.

But my heart kept pulling me.

So, I ignored your lies.

Found condoms, text messages, flicks of ass and thighs.

Begging for that bitch to call you, and when you in DC if you could come over sometime.



A girl then. A woman now.

Never will I forget that I chose you. And you chose them.




when the shit is still rings true four years later …




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Somewhere in Brooklyn

Be You


Pretty Girl Rock — Keri Hilson 

brown girl


smile, brown girl

for all that life offers —

quests and paved ways.


in your beauty

marked by

perfect bee-stung lips and

chocolate puddin’ limbs.

you remain tenacious, brown girl

despite the struggle.


befriend, brown girl

for life’s too rough to

combat in isolation.


stand erect with good intent and

smile, with warmed eyes


understand, my friend

for this will take some time.

remain steadfast!

the best follows your steps

you’re just as good,

as smart,

as able.

beware, brown girl

the game is rigged and,

because of this,

you’ll work the hardest.


Live, brown girl

for life’s finite.






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Somewhere in Brooklyn

Be You

Crew — Goldlink ft. Shy Glizzy & Brent Faiyaz



don’t worry, be happy

(B. McFerrin)


Anxiety always seems to strike at the worst and most random moments.

I’ve spent this week, or the past two weeks, getting back into the swing of things. Traveling from borough to borough, I’ve either worked physically or mentally — both being equally demanding.


I was inspired by a conversation that I had the other day.


Would you consider yourself patiently waiting, or awaiting patiently,” a gentleman asked me.

Prior to this he quizzed, “Are you patient?


I can always appreciate unexpected intellectual discourse.


I’d like to think that I’m pretty patient,” I mused smiling casually. And it was true.


We engaged in banter over the differentiation between waiting and awaiting. Which brought me to the evening I wrote this.


Patience is a virtue.


I’m at the point in my development where I’m focused on growth. Evolution.


I’ve tried to bypass any emerging feelings of jealousy — one emotion that I’ve practiced controlling. Lately I’ve been seeking out the benefits in situations — even if I’m not positively affected.





Still working on it though!


As a people of the 21st century, we’ve grown accustomed to instant gratification. This insatiable hunger for quick and continuous delivery can cause an immense amount of pressure.


. slow down .





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