Everything Girls Love Health and Wellness Blogger

Everything Girls Love is a digital lifestyle brand for women to locate informative content on everything from wellness and finance to love and fashion, co-founded by entertainment manager and reality TV star Yandy Smith.

I recently joined the EGL Team as a Health and Wellness Blogger and support its mission of being a women who cannot compromise her family or career, but can be great at both.

Hear my thoughts on why it’s counterproductive and counterintuitive to diet during the winter in my Everything Girls Love blog post, “Bulk in the Winter, Shred in the Spring.”

Peacock Feathers and Honey

Doused in honey
and caught in a tsunami of peacock feathers
we’re forever connected
a bond that predates most
of my relationships
and once in awhile
when I mistakenly travel back in time
and relive dark, dirty secrets
you help me find my way back
and we unearth meaning and purpose
and the novelty of it all
and it’s those moments that I cherish
they’re as fundamental to me as
preserving humanity
a sweetness akin to honey
not dark, but bright
reminiscent of peacock feathers.

Concealed Emotions

Dressed in all black
like an assassin
I blend in with my
dark thoughts
stealth and agility
a master of suppression
you’d never know
I implode my emotions
to prevent a detonation of petulant,
angry truths
retreat unscathed
void of conflict and casualties
but my insides are raw and burnt.

Silent, No More

At a very young age
They killed my voice
Years of loveless burning flames
slow suffocation
It finally decomposed

But, like a rising Phoenix
My voice was reborn
It's no longer low and strangled
Instead, more precise and matter of fact

My eyes on the sun
I speak with passion
I confront sugar-coated aggression
I dismiss scathing sarcasm
I cut ties with backbiting jackasses

Provoked, threatened or mocked
I will annihilate you
without second thought or regret.

Inner Reset

I’m not a chronic profanity abuser
but I woke up this morning like:
eff it.

It was as if someone with an aura,
dark and pompous
intentionally
walked on my white carpet
with muddy stilettos
and then apologized disingenuously.

Remnants of painful memories
abruptly incensed me.

But, instead of initiating the DMX playlist,
I closed my eyes and waited,
unclenched my fists, simultaneously
hitting the reset buttons
in my heart and mind and
allowed the masked anger, called pain
to dissipate.