Author: Dcconnoisseur

Unknown. When people are asked this question: "what is your dream...? you get like really inspiring answers ... I don't know😕... You fill that one out. For me, it is the simple things, like wearing turtle necks in actual cold weather, a cup of hot whatever in hand fixing the world, one word at a… Continue reading What’s my dream?

Pinterest. Some people taught me to love black... The color of my skin The race of my people The sound of my music The adage of my clan Dancesteps of folklore The memory of subservience The disadvantage of privilege Black is my father The tree of my ancestry To see white in black To stand… Continue reading I KNOW BLACK.

From pinterest. When we hurt, it festers... but before it becomes a sore, it is first an open wound. The time before we realize we've been hurt is the loudest. After, the quietest and shortly thereafter, comes the chaos. Hurting is like a slow burn. You keep melting but you don't smell the roast until you… Continue reading IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE HURT

Have you ever woken up any day just feeling like you shouldn't be here or even questioning why you are? If not you, someone else... have you ever met someone who would rather just die than live to fight and struggle for happiness or thriving? Have you ever been without the will to beat the… Continue reading ENNUI

Pinterest(Huff post)It is neurotic. You know you are acting crazy almost obsessive and compulsive, but you can't help it because your mind is spinning in all the million ways you are not enough and can be replaced. You know there is nothing wrong with you deep down. In fact, you are aware that you are… Continue reading WHAT INSECURITY LOOKS LIKE

Image from pinterest The sharpened blade of our pain rolled into the precipice of our becoming. What do we call that again? A journey. A journey you say, but it is a never ending destination that may put us right back to the spot where we keep learning again and again... An ageless loop of… Continue reading The audacity of genuity

Image from pinterest. Life is slowly ebbing away like the tides of tomorrow, future and past. Yet, no one knows what they are doing or how to make sense of this thing we call life. When someone dies, the religious ones become more conscious of the afterlife, at least, for that brief moment of sober… Continue reading DIS-JUNCTION

I wake up each day sober. Yeah, like who wakes up high anyways🙄? It doesn't matter. What I am really getting at is a part of me I don't think I am ready to explore yet. Trust me, I have not the slightest clue what I am writing about or where the melange of words… Continue reading WHY WON’T YOU LET A GOOD MAN BE?

Anxious, patiently waiting for the other shoe to drop. Trying to figure out what's beneath the chemistry... Not looking forward to commitment just in it for the grabs... Trying to run out the emotional door. I have played and lived this scene many times over... Terrified, because for the first time I truly want to… Continue reading HOW DID YOU HEAR I LOVE YOU?

Have you ever been in a place where you want to really move past a hurtful feeling and you think to yourself, if only this other person would say sorry... Then the person says sorry and you are like finally; the magic words! only that they actually don't do their magic and you are still… Continue reading WHEN SORRY DON’T CUT IT