i gave myself permission to cry today.
although i hid it in the shower,
a weight was lifted
and now i’m convinced my tear ducts possess healing powers.
-Stevie • Sometimes, I Cry
17 Friday May 2024
Posted Uncategorized
ini gave myself permission to cry today.
although i hid it in the shower,
a weight was lifted
and now i’m convinced my tear ducts possess healing powers.
-Stevie • Sometimes, I Cry
17 Friday May 2024
Posted Uncategorized
inTags
flowers, i choose love, life, love, love out loud, love over fear, poem, poetry, quiet love, writing
i am finally stressed enough to write about the devastation.
i could finally write about how i stood there in amaze,
heart sunken like a wilted flower in a vase.
i never thought she’d violate the circle of trust to engage in an intimate conversation.
i’m finally calm enough to address the situation.
i never thought i’d be devoid of emotional intimacy,
i’ve always thought my emotional vocabulary would help me avoid such intricacies.
i cannot believe the love, trust, respect, compassion, commitment, and affection that i’ve invested into this courtship would be met with such inconsideration.
i never knew your emotional needs were not being met,
i never thought my patience, support, and understanding would breed disrespect.
i guess not even the cost of care and compassion is worthy of respect…
i’m over here silently coping with secondary traumatic stress while attempting to love, honor, and cherish you nearly to the point of self-neglect.
how could i not see the disconnect? when did you find the need to seek the attention of another man and greet me with disrespect?
i thought i was being gentle during your recovery, yet the harsh reality is that we may never recover from your willful disregard and disrespect.
i’m too prideful to accept the consensual act of making yourself available for someone else to emotionally connect.
as healing takes time, patience, and communication,
i never thought i’d see the day when you’d ignore the steps that i have taken to become emotionally present, provide reassurance, and ensure that your needs were being met.
o’ how quickly we go from i couldn’t love you more to i wish we never met…
what troubles me the most is you made the choice to make that call in my presence on april 10th, and i’ve continued to show my love for you without recompense,
yet here i am, slumped posture, head looking down like a wilted flower, loving you tenderly – gently uplifting you and fixing your crown as if i could somehow forgive and forget.
-Stevie • Wilted Flower
13 Thursday Apr 2023
Posted HOPELESS ROMANTIC COLLECTION, Quotes
inLove makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
—Zora Neale Hurston
03 Saturday Sep 2022
Posted Uncategorized
inpull your pants up
and pull yourself together.
if you see your brothers and sisters slippin’, pull them up.
when ye brothers and sisters are falling apart, cover them with gentleness until they pull themselves together.
black man, you are not who they say you are.
who taught you to degrade yourself?
the same carbon compounds that are found within your brown skin are found within the stars…
o’ how i want you to know your atomic structure is essentially an amalgam of the universe itself.
you are more than a junkie nod, your track record predates a needle mark.
what if i told you, you never needed the white man’s acceptance.
you are more than a crackhead shuffle, seneca village shows life has been no walk in the park.
when these lowlifes attack your image of self, you activate a higher self-acceptance.
black man, how long before you get back on track and move in love and light?
don’t let the pressure harden your light-hearted soul, you just continue to pray to the east and do what’s right.
–@steviestreets message to the black man
22 Saturday May 2021
Posted HOPELESS ROMANTIC COLLECTION, Odes, Poems
inTags
cafe terrace at night, dear awkward black girl, hopeless romantic, in a sentimental mood, starry night
sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights
timeless as the beauty of the starry night
o’ brown skin wit’ the radiance of starry nights
meet me at the café terrace at night
i’ll be the brother to the night
cool as moonlight
if you believe in three ninety eight point two like i do
we can romance in france
roam the streets of rome
or time travel earth to earth ’til we greet the dawn of a new day
or maybe we can hop in the van and go
somewhere over the rainbow
no baggage, no phones
just you and i neath the beauty of the sky
inhibitions runnin’ wild like lucy in the sky for a few days
-Stevie #dearawkwardblackgirl / #inasentimentalmood #poem • ode to a hopeless romantic
22 Thursday Apr 2021
Tags
#happyplace, #morningaffirmations, #morningmeditation, #wordstoliveby, energy is everything, haiku, poems
close your eyes. breathe deep.
envision your happy place.
do you feel the peace?
–@StevieStreets #morningmeditation #haiku • #happyplace
・・・
#codeofthestreets:
find your happy place.
feed your soul and clean your mind.
declutter your life.
–@StevieStreets #wordstoliveby #poem • #morningaffirmations
01 Friday Jan 2021
Posted Poems, THE COVID CHRONICLES
inTags
It feels like I’m dying, as I struggle to breathe and grasp what’s important.
It feels like a massive panic attack and swift hit to the organs.
As my heart is filled with rage, this sharp pain in my ribcage leads me to believe it’ll be easier to stop breathing.
They say to everything there’s season, so I fret not the time nor the hour.
What angers me the most is how quick someone else’s blatant disregard for life has robbed me of my power.
I mean, my mother and I have followed protocol and adhered to everything to reduce risk
yet here we are, still at risk.
Yeah, I try to move in love and light yet my heart’s been dark since the day I was robbed of peace of mind.
Perhaps I am still haunted from wiping Grandma’s tears in ’89.
Perhaps I’m too cold-hearted to pretend like everything is fine.
Perhaps this high fever got me too hot yet what I know for sure is I am not fine.
There’s no New Year Cheer this year, I’ve been in and out of deep sleeps with the shakes and shivers.
Still remember my Grandmother telling me “All of a man’s values must lie within his family”
yet what am I to do when I’m surrounded by ignorant niggers?
–@StevieStreets | COVID Chronicles, vol. 1
30 Monday Nov 2020
Posted Haiku, HOPELESS ROMANTIC COLLECTION, Poems
inSee, he spoke healing.
Her love language was trauma,
She chose not to heal.
–@StevieStreets #haiku | Her Love Language was Trauma
27 Friday Nov 2020
Posted Haiku, HOPELESS ROMANTIC COLLECTION, Poems
inI stopped time for her.
She used me as a timepass
Yet time passes by.
–@StevieStreets #haiku | Timepass
27 Friday Nov 2020
Posted Haiku, HOPELESS ROMANTIC COLLECTION, Poems
inMatters of the heart:
The way she made me love her
Then ripped me apart.
–@StevieStreets #haiku | Matters of The Heart