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Tag: writing

  • Becoming Her Meant Learning This First

    Becoming Her Meant Learning This First

    There are some apologies you don’t always get to say out loud.

    Sometimes, growth sounds like “I’m sorry”—even if the person never hears it.

    Looking back, I can admit that I didn’t always recognize what I had when I had it. I didn’t fully understand what a healthy kind of love looked like, and in many ways, I ended up self-sabotaging something that was actually good for me.

    It took distance, time, and reflection for me to see things clearly. To understand the difference between attention and intention. Between comfort and real care.

    And with that clarity came accountability.

    Not the kind that tears you down—but the kind that forces you to grow. The kind that makes you pause and say, “I could have done better. I should have known better.”

    But the truth is, sometimes you don’t know better until life teaches you.

    I’ve learned that growth doesn’t erase the past—it just changes how you carry it.

    And instead of seeing certain experiences as punishment, I’ve started to see them as lessons. Lessons that shape you into someone more self-aware, more intentional, and more capable of giving and receiving the kind of love you once misunderstood.

    Some people come into your life to stay. Others come to teach you something you’ll carry forever.

    And even if you don’t get closure, even if you don’t get to say everything you wish you could…

    Growth still happens.

    And sometimes, that’s enough.

    P.s. Just a girl Navigating her 20’s

  • The Power of Strong Women in Family Structures

    From a sociological perspective, I think matrifocal families can be more dynamic and effective at strengthening family bonds than traditional patriarchal families. I know this might be an unpopular opinion, but I believe that having strong women and supportive men plays a key role in creating a healthy and balanced family structure.

    With curiosity—Shavesha Steele

  • Letter to myself -Ending 2025

    Letter to myself -Ending 2025

    If no one ever tells you this out loud, let it be written here: you survived a year that quietly reshaped you.

    Dear Me,

    You made it to the end of 2025. Pause for a second and really sit with that. This year tried you in ways you couldn’t have predicted, and yet—here you are. Still standing. Still learning. Still choosing yourself more than you used to.

    2025 wasn’t gentle, but it was honest. It showed you what drains you, what nourishes you, and what you can no longer pretend doesn’t hurt. You learned that walking away is not failure—it’s wisdom. That peace is not boring. That consistency matters more than words. And that you never need to shrink to be loved correctly.

    You grew quieter this year, but stronger. You stopped over-explaining. You stopped chasing clarity from people who thrived on confusion. You started trusting that uneasy feeling in your chest—and every time you did, it proved you right.

    This year taught you that healing isn’t linear. Some days you felt powerful, other days exhausted. Both were real. Both were allowed. And neither erased the progress you were making, even when it felt invisible.

    You learned to protect your energy. To rest without guilt. To take yourself seriously. To believe that what you want isn’t “too much”—it’s simply not for everyone.

    I’m proud of you for choosing growth even when it was lonely. For staying soft in a world that rewards numbness. For continuing to dream, even when disappointment tried to convince you to settle.

    As you step into the next chapter, remember this:

    You don’t need to prove your worth.

    You don’t need to earn basic respect.

    You don’t need to rush what’s meant to last.

    Carry the lessons, not the weight. Carry the confidence, not the fear. Carry yourself the way you wish others had.

    You did more than survive 2025—you became more you.

    With gratitude and trust,

    Me

  • Whose Life Are You Living?

    I’ve learned that trying to become the person your parents hope for can be honorable—but only if it doesn’t cost you yourself. When a life is lived primarily to meet someone else’s expectations, it can slowly fill with regret. Not loud regret, but the kind that settles in quietly and shapes how you show up in love, in connection, and in honesty.

    Love becomes confusing when you’re unsure whose life you’re living. It’s hard to give yourself fully to another person when you haven’t given yourself permission to be fully you.

    I hope people remember that respect for parents doesn’t require self-abandonment. You can honor where you come from without losing sight of where you’re going. And sometimes, learning what love is starts with choosing authenticity over obligation.

  • Harmony in Imperfections

    We could be a melody, full of imperfections,
    Our harmonies blending in unique directions.
    With each note we play, a new story is told,
    Creating a symphony, beautiful and bold.

    Our rhythms may clash, our tones may not match,
    But together we create a perfect patchwork.
    In our discord, there lies a hidden beauty,
    A song of love, woven with complexity.

    So let us embrace our flaws and mistakes,
    For they are what make our music great.
    In our imperfections, we find our connection,
    A melody of love, pure and perfection.

  • Embracing Change

    I told myself two years ago
    Don't be afraid of change
    Embrace it, welcome it
    Don't let it feel so strange

    But now I find myself
    In a constant state of fight
    Every drastic change I face
    Fills me with such fright

    I thought I was prepared
    For whatever life may bring
    But when it comes down to it
    I struggle with everything

    I try to push through
    To embrace the unknown
    But the fear inside me
    Has only grown and grown

    I know I need to change
    To grow and to evolve
    But the battle within me
    Is hard to resolve

    So I'll keep fighting on
    Despite the fear I feel
    Hoping that one day
    I'll find a sense of zeal

    For change is inevitable
    And I must learn to adapt
    To let go of my fears
    And leave behind the trap

    I told myself two years ago
    Don't be afraid of change
    I'll keep reminding myself
    Until my mindset rearrange.

    This poem delves into my internal struggle and fear that often accompany significant changes in life. I initially motivated myself to embrace change, but as I navigate through it, I find myself resisting, feeling overwhelmed and fearful. The poem delves into the difficulty of releasing fear and my journey of adapting and growing through change.

  • Unveiling Strength: Black Women’s Resilience

    In the shadows of society, we stand,
    Black, marginalized, with dreams unplanned.
    Our voices muted, our struggles unseen,
    Yet still, we’re objectified, as if we’re not even human beings.

    We’re strong, we’re resilient, we rise above,
    But society sees us through a lens devoid of love.
    Our bodies judged, our worth defined,
    By the male gaze, our value confined.

    But we are more than just objects of desire,
    We are fierce, we are powerful, our souls on fire.
    We stand tall, we break free from the chains,
    Embracing our beauty, our strength that remains.

    let us reclaim our power,
    Let us stand together, in unity, every hour.
    We are black, we are marginalized, but we are not defined,
    By the oppressive standards that seek to confine.

    We are queens, we are warriors, we are magic untold,
    Our stories, our voices, forever bold.
    So let us rise, let us shine, let us be seen,
    As the strong, resilient women, breaking barriers, breaking free.

    #International women’s day

  • Bodies

    My body, your body, her body
    We are somebody, skin and bone
    Breathing, moving, feeling deeply
    In this world of flesh and tone

    My body is a vessel
    A home for my spirit to roam
    Scarred and imperfect
    But uniquely my own

    Your body is a story
    A dance of curves and lines
    A map of experiences
    Etched in every sign

    Her body is a mystery
    A universe to explore
    A symphony of emotions
    Each note, a silent roar

    I am somebody
    More than just this skin
    A soul on a journey
    Finding strength within

    My body, your body, her body
    We are all somebody, raw and true
    Embracing our imperfections
    In a world that's always new.

  • Garden

    In the garden of my soul, a delicate flower blooms,
    Petals of strength and beauty, dispelling all glooms.
    A treasure within, so deeply revered,
    My essence, my worth, so crystal clear.

    Like a precious gem, my value shines bright,
    Unwavering and true, even in the darkest night.
    Guarded with care, this sacred space,
    My inner sanctum, my saving grace.

    Just as the flower needs tender nurture and love,
    I cherish myself, like the stars above.
    For in valuing my essence, my true worth,
    I embrace all of me, from heaven to earth.

    So, honor your garden, your essence, your core,
    For within you lies a treasure, forevermore.
    Value yourself, as you would a precious art,
    For in loving yourself, you find the purest heart.

  • Caged

    Am I the bird in flight, or am I the cage,
    Enclosing my world in steel, silent rage?
    Perhaps I am both, the foundation and the bound,
    Yearning for freedom, yet the door cannot be found.

    My wings, once strong, now clipped by fear's embrace,
    My feet tethered to earth, longing for open space.
    In this prison of metal, a paradox resides,
    Protection or confinement, where truth hides.

    From dawn till dusk, I remain confined,
    Moving, yet never leaving the cage behind.
    Within these walls of my own design,
    I search for escape, a path to find.

    The cage offers refuge from the chaos outside,
    A semblance of happiness, a comforting tide.
    Yet amidst the safety, a yearning stirs deep,
    To soar beyond boundaries, where dreams sleep.

    I've yearned to spread my wings and take flight,
    But the cage holds me back, veiling my sight.
    Fear of the unknown, fear of what could be,
    Keeps me tethered to what I cannot see.

    Yet in the quiet of night, I ponder and dream,
    Of a life unencumbered, of a limitless stream.
    For if I were to break free from this cage,
    Would true freedom await, or an uncertain stage?