1st Year of Blogging

Today marks an entire year of having this blog.

Whoo hoo!

This blog is one of the main things that help me be consistent with my writing. It definitely helps with writer’s block, venting, and trying different mediums of how I should write poems, prose, short story.

It’s one of the two things that made my day today.

This morning, I received a package that was a lovely source of encouragement for my faith and well being. Especially in terms of creativity and my life.

A whole year of commitment and consistency with this small online platform, reminds me of why I should keep writing. One day I want to publish a couple of books. A book of poems and a novel. The idea of writing a novel is more overwhelming than writing poetry. There’s the fear of writing something that’s too preachy or with too much voice without setting or an actual narrative. But it’s so weird that a tiny notification, can give me encouragement to maintain that goal.

This blog has made me write about things that make me happy and things that I want to change and bring awareness to. It has also helped me set a goal for how much to write, and even what to write. I put up more short stories and more updates about small publications I’ve done in school. I soon want to write reviews of movies I’ve seen, poems with more structure, and more.

The novel is the ultimate goal. To make eight year old me proud of me. And current nineteen year old me proud of me. It’s going to take forever, but it’s a bucket list priority. It needs to happen.

Whoo! A whole year on a blog!


Poem: Tips on Dating a Biracial Woman

Tip One:

Know that every biracial experience is


Various people

With various cultures

In this melting pot of a world that

Many refuse

To have a taste of.

This is only an experience of one

With black, white, and native descent.

Tip Two:

Let it be know that you are the only designated person

Allowed to touch my hair.

It took a while to let these roots grow proudly

After many either wanting them

To be straight,

Or wanting to invade them

With their non-gardening fingers.


I prefer you touch my hair while we’re intimate.

Tip Three:

We will not be discussing

“Which race I prefer dating.”

It equates the discussion

“Which race I am the closest to,”

As if to show one form of pure commitment.

I can’t just flip the coin

When both sides are better than one.

Tip Four:

Don’t expect me not to question our relationship

If you turn our attraction into a fetish.

A speculation of “exotic beauty”

To take advantage of.

I am more than conspicuous ambiguity.

Tip Five:

Letting your tongue trip into

“I’m not racist, but…”

Proves you’re not worth my time.

You’re supposed to be proof of the clock

Moving forward.

Not backward.

Tip Six:

Yes, my family is very colorful.

Mm hmm…

Now stop staring.

Tip Seven:

Talk to me.

Tip Eight:

Talk to me.

Tip Nine:

Talk to me!

Ask me what growing up was like.

Ask me how

Baltimore and Charleston

Affects me.

Ask me about


And lack of privileges

Running through my veins to be

Poured out

Into my every day life.

Ask me about the other things that

Make me different

Besides my racial background.

Tip Ten:

Know that I know

That you are not perfect.

Know that I know

That no man is perfect.

But lack of perfection

Doesn’t excuse you from the act of


You should figure out that

I am worth more than lack of effort.