Happiness comes from within like the morning sunshine hitting that center pineal gland. Fresh coffee with that beige tint loans to my knee caps and I smile knowing that I have purpose. My purpose is to write, write the stories of us in the plight, voices held captive by the past full of sorrys, hate, betrayal and rape. I write for you, I write for us, I write for me. Happiness is what I've got, cost me a pretty bit of none. Trials that landed me behind bars, suicide tap dancing on my self-worth, depression swallowing me whole and somehow someway I made it alive. Alive with scars but still breathing with all my limbs still attached because those who lived my past aren't here to live my present so I speak for you because you matter. Life matters, our pain matters, our truth matters, our trauma matters, our survival matters, our healing matters, our strength matters, our conquering and being educators for this cause matters. To those who don't care or live to tear down what they can't comprehend, what they never placed their shoes in. The skin I'm in. The tears I spent. The flesh I've slit. The secrets I've tight-lipped. THEY don't matter but you, us, and I find happiness within. External stimuli can go so far, internal gratification last beyond and in the words of Kendrick Lamar I love myself even if you don't . . . won't.
April 11, 2016
Be Entertained. Be Enlightened. Be Loved. ✌