There is nothing worse that self-doubt I tell you, absolutely nothing. When that ugly thing begins to rear its head inside you and you let it, that’s when you begin to question everything.  EVERYTHING. You never quite grasp the magnitude of how important believing in yourself is, until I experienced self-doubt and almost allowed it … Continue reading GROWTH


9 Questions a Black Woman Has for the Black People Who Have 27 Questions for Black People


Kinfolk, I thought we were family. Y’all ain’t really my people though, ’cause not one of y’all warned me of the unadulterated Sambocity that is the BuzzFeed video “27 Questions Black People Have for Black People.” I saw the video all up and down my timeline, but I was at work, so I said, “Not today, white Jesus.” Then I almost clicked, but I said, “You won’t get me, liberal racist ass BuzzFeed.” Then I finally clicked, and I said, “Not today, Coon Consortium.”

If you dare, partake in this blackface with black faces:

So I now have some questions for Massa’s MVPs these black people:

1. Daysha, is that you? How soon we forget? Didn’t BuzzFeed just have you looking like a young Lil’ Richard in front of the world when a white girl did your makeup? You may have tried to bury that memory, but the internet sees…

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                                          WE ARE THE PROBLEM Just last week, I started an IT program at a healthcare clinic it’s nothing too serious just to pass time wisely. So after I got acquainted with the place, I was handed to Dora a lab scientist she would be in charge of me until my two weeks at the … Continue reading WE ARE THE PROBLEM

She Walks

Osivue Thinks.

She walks in beauty,

Coercively striking the petals that lay before her

With breathtaking enchantment

Taking but the breaths of unqualified men as they

Wallow away in jealousy

Lurking at the floor which she walks

She walks in adornment,

Gracefully twirling across the glorified balcony

That lights up at the touch of her bittersweet ecstasy

Her eyes filled with all that is good and gold

Leaving her competition with nothing but distress

And the way she looks at me,

With her mid-may blue eyes,

but at the same time fiery red sharpness

Lighting up the room with her ever so bright incandescence

I couldn’t feel more safe

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