Roses: Sonnet #3 – Nipped in the Bud


Photo cred: Kenneth Moss – @kmossphotography

Roses: Sonnet #3 – Nipped in the Bud

She used to be kind to you. Confide in you.

Cradled in your lies she would Run & hide in you.

Your empty words that filled her void with chilled poison

She used to say please and tiptoe on your thin ice. No more.

Once before she forgot to tread lightly

Fell through the frigid facade you so skillfully armed yourself with.

She hurt your feelings, “Your tears no longer phase me…”

She quietly attempted regurgitated the phrase she heard so often.

She was frozen. But No more.

In her fight to be accepted, needed by you,

She was blinded in a blizzard of “you’ll never be anyone”s and “you are miserable”s

And…even when she was frost bitten to the bone she allowed it…out of “respect”. But No more.

Even though she was about two seconds close to bleeding her last drop of warmth, she allowed it. No more.

For a while she believed in the saying “Blood is thicker than water.”

When she realized…she’d rather drown than bleed out from your ice pick in her back.


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Roses: Sonnet #2 -From the Concrete

Photo Credit 📷Kenneth Moss – kmossphotography


From the Concrete

City life and a semi country girl

Mimes her way through society

In this rugged man’s world

She attempts to avoid propriety

Unfortunately, some trait is always missing

Security. It’s not a cure she sees

As a way out of economic calamity

Save me!!! 

Screams following the whispers of her dreams.

Her team. Dismantled.

She must choose. Which necessity can she stand to lose?

Dignity. Pride. Heart. Drive. Safety.

She gains more responsibility, as if the world of weight on her shoulders wasn’t enough.

Debt. And by that I mean student loans

By an entity with a plan to loan her life lessons.

While she still pays for empty promise sessions with “the man”.


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Last minute Valentine’s Day: on a budget.

There you are. Sitting in the car, dreading getting out and going to your house.

Your significant other may be in there, or maybe not.

You forgot. It is February 14th.

Don’t worry about that, I got you. Play it off and put one of these last minute ideas together. It can even be just as last minute as this post:

#1 Relaxation Station

Listen. You’ve got a bath tub right? Get in there and run some water, pour in a ton of body wash for suds, and light some candles. Play your girl/guy their favorite songs. Bam. Valentine’s Day is conquered.

Extra: If you just so happen to have wine in the fridge, whip it out and pour some in your finest glass…even if it came from the dollar store.

#2 Game time

Should you be the type that has cards or board games laying around, this is perfect. Ask your bae to give you a second to “fix it up”. Write reasons you adore them, randomly on the face of cards.

Extra: Every time they smile, they take a shot…or they strip.

#3 Chef Bae

Choose a simple meal from Pinterest. Be sure you’ve got at least 80% of the ingredients, then improvise the rest. Offer to cook whatever your significant other wants, within reason. (click here for recipes). 

Extra: For every ingredient you’re missing, take a shot. Why not?

#4 Chef Bae Pt. 2 – Indoor picnic

During this time of year, night falls pretty early so last minute outdoor activity may be out of the question. Use the food you cooked as Chef Bae, but take it a step further: lay out your softest throw blanket/quilt on the floor, and set it up as if you would set a table. Add sturdy candles and try not to burn the house down.

#5 Minimalist – “We have no groceries or alcohol. I’m screwed.”

Cheapest option, write a love letter to your honey. Sit them down somewhere comfortable. Blindfold them.

Calm down. You don’t have to go all 50 Shades of bootleg.

Light a candle or play music lightly. Read the letter in your best, sensual voice. Do whatever arouses their senses. Whatever happens after that is all on you.

#6 Copy and Paste

Follow this link: I literally do not have the slightest idea what to write and I didn’t like any of the above ideas.  Refer to #5 Minimalist. Use this poem. You’re welcome.

Single? No worries. Copy and paste the linked poem into some DMs. Someone will bite.

#7 Receipts

If you have the funds, lie. Yes you waited until the last minute, but you already spoke to a photographer about photo shoot for the two of you. You are simply waiting on the photographer to verify availability.Your partner may or may not buy it, and you will have to commit afterwards.

Extra: Should you decide to roll with this option I’d suggest contacting Kenneth Moss via email You can also stop by his instagram: k.moss_photography


If you hate Valentine’s Day, that’s okay too. Turn your attention to your parents. Pay them a visit. If you’re single…don’t be discouraged. Take some of these ideas and treat yourself. After all, this day is about you.

Now get in there and pretend to have something planned!


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Rose: Sonnet #1

In the Garden

In the garden, hands pat fresh soil around a seed.

Just a little water, feed, and overtime…

A bud sprouts, surrounded by family of weeds.

Pluck the weeds. Just a little water, feed and overtime…

Time passes and a rose struggles to blossom.

It’s a little dull. Just a little more water, feed, and…

A browned petal falls from the, now, tall stem.

Just a little more water, feed, and…

Love. For him. For her.

The remaining petals regain their radiance. The beauty is undeniable.

Just a little more…

Hands pat fresh soil. She is viable now. The gardener turns to walk away.

Perfect. No need to stay.

In the garden, she speaks.

My love. I am ready.

My love. Take me with you.


Happy Valentines Day!

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The Birth of MAW Supply: 1st official Pop Up Shop

MAW Day Party!

MAW Supply an online based, vintage inspired, boutique created a way for customers to see and feel their product at an event called #MAWDAYPARTY. Rachelle and Norman Clark, founders of MAW Supply clothing, hosted their first official Pop Up Shop event from 1 p.m to 6 p.m Saturday in Houston, TX.

Upon entry in the cozy venue, the pleasant sounds from their DJ for the day, Yobi Yobz , filled the air. Above the elevated stage the he stood on, the classic film, Raisin in the Sun played from a projector onto the wall. Directly in front of the stage, MAW Supply’s merchandise hung from metal racks, around a vibrant rugs and sectional couches.

No two pieces are alike and are hand-picked by Norman and Rachelle; they pride themselves on their passion.


Pop Up Shop set up

“We want every piece to have a story of its own,” Rachelle said. “We look for what’s comfy, functional, and are conversation starters. It’s a collection of pieces that no one else will have on.”

According to Rachelle, additional vendors were brought in by MAW to provide variety to the casual shopping experience. Just a few of those vendors were Ash.A Co (insta: love_ashaco) – a business founded by a couple dedicated to creating handmade jewelry from clay, La Verte Natural Bath and Body Company was in attendance and well equipped with samples of all natural, body creams and bath bombs.  Hindsight Bias, by Norman Clark of MAW, shared a rack with the women’s and men’s clothing of MAW.

Hindsight Bias, the extension of MAW, is currently comprised of 4 designs of thought provoking, printed T-shirts. Norman, present at the event, rocked a piece from his collection, which read, “Do not look at the negro. His earthly problems are ended.” It was an excerpt from an NAACP circular that included a photo of the 1920s lynching of Rubin Stacey. Norman explained that most shirts meant to express black pride are often cliché with sayings like “melanin” or an image of a power fist.


Ash. A Co’s African inspired necklaces

“They all look the same…I wanted to create a shirt that displays some of the darker truths about our history,” he said. “MAW is the happy and colorful side of this.”

All items on display were for sale. Hindsight Bias T’s were available for $25, but are also available online. Prices may vary. MAW Supply plans to do similar events in the future.

The Birth of MAW Supply

The Clarks set out to share their passion for fashion around 2012 when they met during their studies at Sam Houston State University. They enjoyed discovering unique pieces of clothing and reusing them to create an individual style. In other words, the two found a way to capitalize of their passion for thrifting. They then took those gems of high quality, and decided to put them up for sale to the public.

Fun fact: Rachelle and Norman were married earlier this year! Wish them well here.

Rachelle described how MAW, short for Man and Woman, became public in 2013:

“We both knew immediately that each of us wanted to be acknowledged for our individualism, and for sticking to who we are,” Rachelle said. “We notice the trends and it’s great to take note of, but we don’t let it drive our reason for doing this.”

For those unfamiliar with, or veteran level thrifters, MAW Supply is the place to find easily accessible gems. Their business model allows shoppers to skip skimming through isles of clothing at the thrift shop. As their saying goes, they “do the dirty work for you”.

The next step for MAW Supply is to eventually get a store front as their business continues to grow. As Rachelle says, “It does not stop here!”

For inquiries on their merchandise and updates on future events, please visit and check out their Instagram: MAW SUPPLY . Their products are also available on Esty.


Founders of MAW Supply Rachelle and Norman Clark #blackbusiness #blacklove

With love and light.


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To my People

To my people, I am sorry.

I speak to those of all heritage. Not just to black or white, but to ALL.

I want to apologize for confusing you with my internal conflicts, the complex I didn’t realize existed until about a year ago in an exchange with an elderly customer.

“Excuse me ma’am,” the woman said at the top of her lungs.  Assuming she had poor hearing, I inched closer to her to reply, “Yes ma’am what’s going on?” “Well I was looking for your manager,” she said. “Okay which one in particular?”

“You know, the colored one.”


I stared into her eyes of no remorse or even awareness that, for one, no one says that anymore, and, two, it’s not okay. I stood there in awe before I, “….you know, colored, like you. ”

Oh, she was really serious. Alright. “You mean black? If so, there are quite a few of us here.” Heart racing, blood boiling, I walked quickly over to the nearest phone to access the loud speaker and beckoned this lovely lady to follow.


I glared at her. She smiled in approval. Surely, the store manager rushes over, burning a hole in my face with her disbelief. “Yes, this woman was looking for the colored manager.”


Alright so I didn’t actually get to announce that. I only got to say: “[Name] to dresses please.” I had the pleasure of enduring her questions about us coloreds: my hair, why I was so skinny, why my hair wasn’t straightened like the majority of the girls in the vicinity. Anyway, I called my dad immediately after work to tell him about the ordeal. He chuckled at my story.

“Baby girl, Is this the first time you’ve heard that? She was old huh? That’s just how it is, don’t let it get to you.”

It was then, I realized my silence. I was made so very aware of my skin in that moment. It wasn’t the first time I heard something like that from an elderly majority. I had an impeccable ability to pretend that it meant nothing to me.

All this time I have said nothing.

I grew up in a fairly diverse area. I knew I was unique and I embraced it. I was blessed to be around people of all shades. At the end of my 5th grade year at Epps Island Elementary. I had to move to the south side to Dowling Middle School, where I experience a giant culture shock. Suddenly, I became “that skinny light-skinned girl with good hair”. I was too skinny, too smart, and to proper. This made people uncomfortable and I didn’t understand why. I struggled to find a balance and abandoned my true self to fit in with those in my culture, even still I was not good enough.

For this I am sorry.

My people, I am not the friend who grants you racism immunity. “I have a black friend….” I will not flatten my fro to avoid scaring you. I will no longer hide my frustration with the justice system. I told myself Sandra Bland was a coincidence. Eric Garner was a coincidence…countless others were all coincidences. I have told you that it was nonsense. I should have corrected you when you said,”but you’re not really black.” For that, I am sorry. Obama’s presidency has not suppressed or ended racism, but has, in fact, magnified it. Trump has given people permission to hobble out of their racist closets to speak hateful thoughts and call people “sensitive” for having a problem with it.

Black jokes are not funny anymore.

There are bad apples out there in every color, but they don’t all need a hashtag. My people, you can’t be offended because a hashtag was not made for you. #Blacklivesmatter because they actually don’t matter to many, but this in no way diminishes your value. My people, no one is personally attacking you. I am simply asking you to take responsibility. Use your privilege to stand up to your racist uncles or aunties. Be kind. Be selfless. Be attentive.

To my people. White jokes aren’t funny anymore. You don’t have to tear down one to lift up another. We have a duty, a responsibility to inform our people, all people, the ways of the world. We have a responsibility to improve our image to those who doubt us. Success speaks louder than disorganized protests and riots. I have sat, silent, in fear of being rejected again, by my people. For that, I am sorry. Change begins within. Do not oppress or limit yourself; society does a great job of that.

For the record…I don’t “talk white”, I speak English.

To my people , I love you all. None of us are perfect. No one is attacking you personally, I am only asking you to take responsibility. Uplift our women, our men, our baby girls and boys. Enlighten the parents who segregate  and embrace prejudice mindset. Spread the love.

There is a uniqueness in every culture. It’s a beautiful thing when you can accept that.


HONOR Alton Sterling and Philando Castile June 2016

“We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.” – Dr. Martin Luther King Jr 

March On Washington For Jobs And Freedom

Leaders of March on Washington for Jobs & Freedom marching w. signs (R-L) Rabbi Joachim Prinz, unident., Eugene Carson Blake, Martin Luther King, Floyd McKissick, Matthew Ahmann & John Lewis. (Photo by Robert W. Kelley/The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images)

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