I'm still getting used to sharing my writing out loud. Thanks to @crochetkingpin and the Brookland Busboys & Poets Open Mic crew for receiving my words and feeling my message.

Read this and my other writing on my blog, Love Letter Confessions.

These soul ties are heavy

And I have too much else

Working to hold me down

Gotta let it go

Gotta get it out

Before it succeeds in eating me alive

Because we can’t just lie down and take it

Not anymore

Not this time

I'm going to find a way

To be free of you oneday

Cos I'm learning more and more

What you feel like now

Now that I know that you wear

So many different faces

When you try to attack me

That's why it's always

Feeling so heavy

Your toxic energy stays

Laced and dripping

Into the very system meant to always

Hold me down

By the weight of their very

Passive-aggressive-nothing-personal feet

On my very real and very finite neck

Until I push back and shout

BITCH...I CAN'T BREATHE

And now it's I deserve whatever I get

Cos I shoulda said it nicer

And with a fuckin smile

Tho this was recorded some time ago

I'm deciding to post it just in time

Because better now

Than never

For lateness is only shame

Defined as such by someone else's

Privilege to not give a fuck about us

For we are evolving

And the time is now

That's not to say

That we're ready to slay like Beyonce

But also ...

Hear me out...maybe we are

Ready to do it our way...

Like for example

We coulda edited this

But that would take away

From the story that's meant to be told

For how else are we supposed to write

The autobiographical graphic novel

If we don't live the story

We were meant to tell...

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If any of you lot who listenin would like to support what- and wherever the fauck this is heading...our CashApp is $lovelttrconfessions. Thank you for supporting our journey for continued growth and peace...even though we coulda landed this pitch a lil more kindly...thank you for accepting our choice not to...and know it's not you...just being vulnerable to the world makes our soul itch...because when the fuck are we ever not...

But as we were saying...we'd appreciate if you would listen, like, subscribe, and share...Doing so could help us find our people...purpose...and maybe come out thru the fire in the end...

Cos we could be heroes...forever and ever...just for one day...

But seriously...who wants to collab on music and or writing? Who wants to partner and barter and create magical chaos...it really is time. Ask your friends...ask your wife...and while you're at it...see if they know an artist who wants to illustrate my autobiographical graphic novel...because...again...it's time...and why should AI have all the fuckin fun...

This was harder to record than it was to listen back on...And despite what anybody may think of anything that happened...It needed to do so...and we need to offload it here...and on our blog... because of course we got some commentary and reflections afterwards n shit.

2SumItAllUp: Life is hard right now. Judge me or don't...I'm learning not to care...because how many of you would actually be there...to help make any of this better for us...the answer is very few...because most have been trained...to hear a crazy angry Black bitch in these voices...and not a woman who's afraid...of the hand she's being forced to play...because she continues to get connected with people...who don't give a fuck enough about us...to let us make our own choices.

And yeah...this may have been better as a video...or if I had at least edited it. But we're poor...and Roqie doesn't have thumbs to be our assistant...and she is no good to us when we're both spiralin...So sucking it up and asking for help...Obviously still with some resistance...but not too much to ignore the fact that we need it right now...Because everything in the world is always trying t kill us....

So if you wanna see and hear the fancy masked shit...help us out or sumthin...Or don't...and just do what you do and keep on judgin a life you could never truly understand...let alone want to...

Our CashApp is $lovelettrconfessions though...in case any of yall are out the box enough to appreciate this...or at least feel it just a little...and before our inner child puts her foot in her mouth one more time tonight...We just fed her her feelings in the weight of cheese...and she's simmering down with some wine...so thanks for appreciating our antics...or tolerating them...whichever descriptor you like...depending on who you be.

P.S., "Eat the stupid lamb." ~ Me...Emmie...et al

P.P.S., Anybody wanna collab and create greatness together?

I don't think I've ever been able to look at most things innocently...even though people typically think I do...

Shower confessions...or just me singing in the shower...tomato tomauto...and then of course...there's trauma and generational curses...or the fear of them at least...And yeah...the audio isn't all that great...unless I'm singing out loud...But we do what we do until we can do it better...One day...we will get to treat ourselves to some higher-quality equipment...and learn to clean up our audio...But for now...we got what we got...Time to stop waiting on perfection...and just get it out...

...It's not like anyone is listening anyway...🫠

Is it so wrong to just wanna do this for the rest of my life...?

Jams and open mics are fun...but I also love these moments, where I am...initially anyway...just singing for one...until I go and share these moments with the likes of you...because why not...some of you may think it's cool...may even resonate with it...may even wanna collab and start doing gigs...and if that is you...I hope you send me a message...so we can make it happen...because I just wanna sing...build community...and make art.