About Face


BB cream when I wanna look natural, Foundation when I wanna look beat.

Concealer especially under my eyes and on the acne scarring on both of my cheeks, translucent powder to set.

Mineralized skin finish to set the rest. My favorite blush and highlighter.

Eyebrows filled with powder, lots of mascara. I can’t do a cat eye or false lashes to save my life.

20-30 minutes, face done.

Flaws are covered, I’m presentable to the world.

Makeup wipes and face soap, 10 minutes.

Moisturizer and Chapstick. Freckles and dark circles are on full display.

I’m flawed& I love it

Unbothered Melanin

We come in an array of shades and shapes while others are plain. We’re unbothered.

We’re on continents and cities. We won’t let a Kardashian makes us forget who we are within.

We’re unbothered melanin.

We embrace our crowning glory Natural, weaved, braided or faded, our style makes Vogue covers only if Caucasians recreate it.

Yoga poses and wide noses, we are the prototype, the originators.

We’re queens to ourselves and our men. We’re strong mothers and fierce muses that grace Essence.

We create our own brands, we create lanes that benefit ourselves, we’re kicking down doors.

We’re unbothered melanin.

Me encanta el café

Hot or iced you’re truly a delight.

My mornings are incomplete without you.

Starbucks won’t get my bucks, I run off Dunkin.

French vanilla, cream, 6 sugars. Don’t forget my apple crumb donut.

Oh coffee, your hot temperature wakes me up during those groggy 6am shifts.

When you’re iced, my tummy is alright. The cooling sensation and smooth French vanilla flavor is my guilty pleasure.

The temporary boost of energy and the bubbling stomach is worth it, I keep coming back to you.

Coffee breath and a caffeine high is the price I’ll pay to indulge in you.

I love coffee.

Thank You for Including Me.

The table is set, dozens of family photos adorn the walls of your dining room.

I laugh at the frozen memories of your childhood, you look exactly the same.

Your family files in. You introduce me to each aunt, uncle, cousin and friend as your girlfriend with shining eyes.

As we eat dinner &listen to old family tales I can’t help but be sad that my family isn’t as close.

I daydream about the family dinners we will have with our children one day.

I engage in the laughter, someday one day.

I kiss you, “thank you for including me.”

Sacrifice,Struggle, Growth

What do you know about struggle?

Working hard just to be broke the next day, sacrificing clean clothes for groceries, making copies of textbooks that are too expensive, wearing the same jeans until they rip.

What do you know about sacrifice?

Taking on more than you should, putting others before you, giving your last to make sure your loved ones are good, pausing your dreams to make others come true.

What do you know about me?
That I’m not perfect. I’ve sacrificed and struggled all my life, but that’s part of my story not all of it.

I’m still growing.

Untitled (Journal Ramblings)

You think you know, but you don’t know the half.

You’ll see that behind this smile, there’s an untold story.

The story of a girl living both a life of uncertainty and filled with silent prayers.

A girl who takes on the stress of others, who would give her last.

A girl who’s afraid to say “no” in fear that she would lose the people she loves.

A girl who’s happy but wants to be happier.

A girl who puts her life out there with only 100 words& is careless of judgement.

I’m ready to finally live my life freely.

Steppin’ (Dedicated to Ladybug)

You’re walking now!

I watched as you took two steps with your bowed legs, chubby pigeoned toes and big bright eyes. “What is this feeling?

You took two steps and fell to the ground, I picked you up and you took more steps, then off running you went.

This will be your life growing up as a beautiful brown girl. You will take steps forward and the world will try to knock you back down, get back up.

I won’t always be there to pick you up, so keep walking strong and with your head held high.

I love you.


“It’s something different about you.” I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.

Stress free.

It could be the bronzer or my new moisturizer.

Speculation of a “bun” in my oven are false.

I’m just happy. Genuinely, purely, happy.


Walking in my truth and stepping into my womanhood is the reason for this glow.

God’s “on time” blessings and my unrestricted self-love seeps through my skin, lights up my eyes, lifts my soul.

My freedom glows warm.

I don’t question it, I embrace it and own it.

If my glow is too bright, put on shades.