Wilde Mocha Babe

I’m just going to write what I want like I always have. I’m used to the back and forth with myself but as I’ve entered my 30’s I’ve realized that there is no need to make any adjustments. Just do you.

When living in a world that tries to control how you function and how you exist why wouldn’t I resist? I’ve always pushed against the norm and for that, I owe the greats like Nina Simone, Eartha Kitt, and Toni Morrison for reminding me of my voice. The POWER my voice holds. My POWER shakes tables. My POWER makes noise.

Wilde Mocha Babe came to fruition on my sage colored couch in my Brooklyn apartment. I’d say the way it unraveled in my mind is really a homage to my identity. I’m multifaceted. I’m fluid. I flow. I wonder. I explore. I dream. I imagine. I’m all of these many things that I used to hide because the shame that others would bring my way would bully me into not existing as my whole self.

But, soon enough with healing comes a vicious need to protect ones self from the bullsh*t. I’m one HELL of a protector. I don’t play about me and I know now that who I am is exactly that. I can flow and grow whenever, however, whichever way I see fit.

I’m STILL unlearning. I’m STILL willing. And as long as I’m STILL here I’m taking a chance on myself. I’m betting on myself. No matter how many times I pause a dream it doesn’t signal defeat but serves as my reminder to extend grace.

I’m here for the fuck*n’ ride wherever it takes me and I hope you are too.

Love,

Your Wilde Mocha Babe