Emotional Labor (To The Women Who Have Worked Wonders In My Life)


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To the women who have worked wonders in my life:

For what it’s worth,
I appreciate a woman’s worth.
Although your emotional labor is sometimes overworked and under-compensated,
I wanted to take a moment to let you know YOU ARE APPRECIATED.

Thank you for being emotionally available to me.
Although thou friendship is priceless to me,
I shall always be indebted to thee.

One Love,


“Sure an ant can carry fifty times its own body-weight. But a human woman can carry one hundred times her own emotional weight.”

-Drawings of Dogs

For as long as I could remember, women have been the cornerstone of my emotional state.

As odd as it seems, I have often overlooked the emotional pillars (women) that build me up; I know you may not hear this enough, but THANK YOU for making me a better human being.

To the women I love: When I come to you with pieces of a man, thank you for making me whole. Thank you for speaking life into me. Thank you for gracing me with your smile. Thank you for the foresight and fortitude to invest in my emotional well-being.

For what it’s worth, I appreciate a woman’s worth. I love you even more, now that I know you made me smile on the days when I was emotionally unavailable and your propensity to extend your emotional energy drained your energy and it was hard for you to smile. Although the strength of a woman is seldom seen and emotional work is damn near invisible, I wanted to take a moment to say the strength of woman builds nations and there’s not a man alive that could shoulder the burden of a woman’s emotional weight. Woman, I adore you. THANK YOU for tirelessly carrying someone else’s emotional weight.





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THE LIBRARY is the most important civic institution, to me.

They have served as an university, for me.

My professors, Librarians;
My degree, a PhD.

And the tuition;
Ahhh, the tuition has been Ab-So-Lute-Ly FREE!

A good library is essential to a thriving community.

Where there is accessible education,
Civic engagement,
And positive recreation,
You will find a strong economy.

They help the uneducated become educated,
They give hope to the hopeless,
They saved a wretch like me.

Hashtag LIBRARIES serve as safe spaces;
They provide human interaction to those who have been cast out of society,
They offer a positive means of escape for those who struggle with sobriety,
They give the unwanted a place where they long to be.

Dear Forbes and Economists:
How could you fathom Amazon replacing Public Libraries?

Don’t you know,
Economies are built around Public Libraries?

I don’t think you understand what Public Libraries do for the economy!
Public Libraries help develop the workforce via FREE career resources that allow citizens to obtain employment or launch a business, in which it generates tax revenues into the economy.

Long story short,
Without the Public Library, there will be no economy.


@StevieStreets #librarydiares #poem | THE LIBRARY

The Book Was Better


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book vibes and other book-ish:

Nah, knowledge is THE BOOK IS BETTER.

Is it me, or do the characters formed in your mind make the storyline better?

I mean, Hollywood is good but all my readers know, “in the book,” that scene didn’t happen like that.

Then again, imagination is better than knowledge
And I’m convinced ROMEO and JULIET is Black
Or Latino, cause white people don’t usually yell at the window like that.

In my mind, the balcony scene took place on a fire escape in Harlem
Or Chicago;
And the garden wall was the hallowed halls of the bustling Negro Quarters.

The Masquerade was J’Ouvert in celebration of the Great Migration
And the globalization of Congo Square.
Romeo was a struggling playwright and Juliet was a bourgeoisie’s daughter.

Picture it:
Juliet leans against the edge of the fire escape balcony, placing her hand neath her chin…

And Romeo O Romeo he’s smooth talking Juliet while brushing his 360 waves.
The brownstones dissipate in retrograde,
As the sun rises and he nears the highrise where the sidewalk ends.

O there’s a million things I could tell thee about the beauty of a book.

I merely went from Shakespeare to the Harlem Renaissance to the Black Arts Movement,
Just thinking about the beauty of a book.

My poems are not poems,
And I say that to say:
@scribesandvibes #BookSubscriptionBoxClubs are COMING SOON!

@StevieStreets #bookish #poem | The Book Was Better

She Said She Loves Me


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She said she loves me!

And honestly, I love her…

Too bad she’s not her.

@StevieStreets #haiku | She Said She Loves Me

Find Your Tribe


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Don’t hide the madness,
Find your tribe and love them hard;
For they are the ones that help you find your way home.

Peace to the beautiful souls that understand my silence;
For they are the ones that know the difference between being lonely and being alone.

Special thanks to the Introverts and the Empaths that understand my introvert problems like:
Why do I feel more lonesome when more people are around?

Why do I find it hard so to stfu when people I enjoy come around?

What causes a person to feel more alone in a room full of people than when they’re actually alone?

Why is small talk such a big deal?
Why do I prefer self-talk more than talking on the phone?

Is it me, or do the I CAME I SAW I LEFT EARLY memes really hit home?

Can the hashtag stay close to people who feel like sunlight credo illuminate the path back home?

Like a flower leans towards the sun, we tend to gravitate towards an inner glow.

My poems are not poems…
And I say that to say:
I’m not antisocial, I can’t fake being social;
If it entails fake smiling,
I probably won’t go.

I wrote this piece for those that know:
I’m not saying I don’t want the invite,
I still want the invite;
Although, we all know, I’m not gonna go.

I’m still a social being, at least.
Yeah, I disappear at times; it’s my thing.
I just like being at peace.
I’m close to very few people,
But those few people mean everything to me;
In case you didn’t know.

Happiness is an inside job
Yet you need to surround yourself with people that are good for your mental health.

Even an Introvert exhibits extroverted tendencies in an environment that allows one the comfort of being one’s self.

Normal is a myth and conformance is bad for one’s health;
If nothing else:

-@StevieStrees #poem | Find Your Tribe

Turn Your Mistakes Into Stepping Stones


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If children were afraid of failing, we’d never learn to walk.

In your growth, you must be fearless as the child.

Be not afraid of failure,

Not trying should frighten you far more than failing.

If you fall,

Get back up,

Adjust and adapt.

You never lose if you learn from the loss;

That’s win-win!

But you gotta be in it to win it!

Get in the game.

The game of life is a beautiful thing!


Make mistakes!


And learn!

You are one step closer each day!

Walk in your purpose!


Failing is an art form.

When you commence to failing forward, you are halfway home.

When you commence the ultimate belief in yourself,

Your mindset will alchemize your mistakes into stepping stones.

@StevieStreets | Turn Your Mistakes Into Stepping Stones

FREE Your Mind


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When your thoughts are confined, you become blind to the power within you.

You are not your circumstances,
don’t let mental abuse stop you from reaching your full potential.

Tear down the emotional walls, FREE Your Mind!

The most dangerous prisons are built in the mind.

You are not a product of your environment, you are stronger than you think.

Success is 99% mindset; if you want to change your life, you have to change the way you think.

YOU ARE ENOUGH, but it will never be enough if you can’t see it in your mind.

AS A MAN THINKETH, so is he.

Never underestimate the power of habit, we are what we think daily.

They say one may never travel beyond one’s thoughts, are your thoughts guiding you towards where you wanna be?

Is emotional trauma reminiscent to the elephant and the rope analogy?

What’s holding you back? Is it fear? Is it a lack of hope? Tell me?


What kind of mental images are you painting? Tell me what you see?


@StevieStreets #sonnet | FREE Your Mind


A gentleman was walking through an elephant camp, and he spotted that the elephants weren’t being kept in cages or held by the use of chains. All that was holding them back from escaping the camp, was a small piece of rope tied to one of their legs.

As the man gazed upon the elephants, he was completely confused as to why the elephants didn’t just use their strength to break the rope and escape the camp. They could easily have done so, but instead they didn’t try to at all.

Curious and wanting to know the answer, he asked a trainer nearby why the elephants were just standing there and never tried to escape.

The trainer replied: “WHEN THEY ARE VERY YOUNG AND MUCH SMALLER WE USE THE SAME SIZE ROPE TO TIE THEM AND, AT THAT AGE, IT’S ENOUGH TO HOLD THEM. AS THEY GROW UP, THEY ARE CONDITIONED TO BELIEVE THEY CANNOT BREAK AWAY. THEY BELIEVE THE ROPE CAN STILL HOLD THEM, SO THEY NEVER TRY TO BREAK FREE.” The only reason that the elephants weren’t breaking free and escaping from the camp was because over time they adopted the belief that it just wasn’t possible.

Moral of the story: No matter how much the world tries to hold you back, always continue with the belief that what you want to achieve is possible. Believing you can become successful is the most important step in actually achieving it.



Burning Sage


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I got a thing for women that burn sage
And rock box braids

I’m a fan of sisterlocks with the updo or the french braids
I know my wcw is out there somewhere knockin’ Erykah Badu smudging sage
Wafting good vibes in the air

I got an affinity for kinky hair
I’m looking for a melanated sister, crowned with natural hair
She could don a headwrap or rock Jane Carter Solution in her hair

I got short hair love too, you could shave your head boo
I don’t care
I’ll take a baldheaded queen with style and flair
Long as your energy is soothing to my soul, we could roll

I need someone whose energy is healing to my soul
Hey Natural Hair, I could feel it in the air
I love you’re energy, you’re such a beautiful soul
Maybe we could stroll through a bookstore
Or discourse privately amid swirls of incense and remnants of neo – soul

You can catch me manifesting with ancient mystics, scrubbing sweetgrass smoke into my palms
But don’t be alarmed
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on

I mean…
It’s nothin’ but good vibes over here
Dear Black Coffee,
There’s no need for chamomile tea or lavender oil whenever you are near

To clear the air
I represent the good vibes only tribe over here
Yet I find myself awaiting that sweet awakening, my dear
Yeah, I’m sweet on that Black Girl Magic
It feels like daylight, daylight whenever you appear
I gotta keep you near

I mean,
Everybody loves the sunshine
Uh, yeah
I’m digging your whole vibe
Oh, gonna make you mine
Light the sage, let’s vibe


@StevieStreets #hopelessromantic #poem | Burning Sage

Humility is Greater than Pride


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Pride < Humility = Humility > Pride


stay humble my friends;

choose humility over pride.


@StevieStreets #ism | Humility is greater than Pride


Inner strength makes you the strongest, exercising self-restraint is the best exercise. Are you strong and well?

Starry Night


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Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights

Timeless as the beauty of the Starry Night


Oh star eyes,

Let me stargaze at the magic in your eyes tonight

Meet by the Café Terrace at Night


Maybe we can go on an art stroll or finger paint by candlelight

Let my fingers trace your outline

Let your hands fade into my hands,

I don’t want to know your hand from mine

Let me marvel at that Black Girl Magic neath the moonlight


I wanna serenade you with poems like:

“She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright” 1


“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” 2


“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where…” 3


“I carry your heart with me (I carry it my heart)

I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear…)” 4


“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” 5

Thou art the dawn that draws songbirds,

My Woman Crush Wednesday, everyday


Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights

Timeless as the beauty of the Starry Night


Oh Queen of 10,000 moons,

This loves jones got me seeking to be your Brother to the night


Come ‘ere,

I wanna shower you with kisses,

Plant a flower in your hair

Is that alright?


It’s like I wish upon a star when I smell the coconut oil in your hair

I got a thing for that twist out with the flower near your ear


Portraits of you in a yellow sundress with the afro bloomin’ dawn on me

Like honeybees alighting on Sunflowers on sunny days


Oh, how I adore your natural hair journey

And ah, that body language has so much to say…

That inner glow is like whoa

Oh, star eyes,

In the darkest hour you tend to brighten the day


Picture yellow roses with a message card that reads:

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may” 6

And I say that to say…

I wanna shower you with flowers just because…

Just because you brighten my day


The very thought of you is reminiscent to Nina Simone’s Wild As the Wind on replay

Thank you for the essence of all that is you…

Consider this a memento to immortalize the beauty of your dark skin,

Those star eyes,

And the way you brighten my day


@StevieStreets | from THE HOPELESS ROMANTIC COLLECTION: Starry Night


1 She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron

2 Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

3 Sonnet XVII: One Hundred Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda

4 I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In My Heart) by E.E. Cummings

5 Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare

6 To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick


🎨: Van Gogh