A Monologue by BoldlyLoc’d Can you relate to staring at a blank sheet of paper? Whether on the laptop screen or just plain old fashion paper, the brightness becomes painfully piercing as you stare at something so empty and bland. Your essence anxious to fill it with life. No excitement of colors or black boldness to give it aContinue Reading
The so-called black man and woman formed from the foundation of earth can no longer be denied their beauty. Somedays I find myself wishing that I could slow down the business of life and play my people in slow motion, giving me time to indulge in the living art we call black people. The way we walk, speak, write, andContinue Reading
Poem by BoldlyLoc’d Don’t let it take a hold of you and snatch the gift of peace. This thing wants to pull you down. Lowered into the deep beyond anything of reach. Underneath a blanket of unsafety. It whispers come to a lower point with me. Just as you give in, up it rises to leave you all alone. You giveContinue Reading
Little girl with the press and curl age eight I got a Jheri curl thirteen, and I got a relaxer I was a source of so much laughter At fifteen when it all broke off Eighteen and I went all natural… India Arie lyrics always sweeps me into this confidence that hits my soul and ignites the prideContinue Reading