Floetry From the Heart

Let me tell you about a mother with no name... A mother who went places no soul should ever map. A mother who walked through hell with her bare feet and her heart wide open just to drag her babies back. See… Pain didn’t knock on her door politely. No. It kicked it in. It came screaming. It came unforgiving. One child one child woke up one morning to a body that betrayed her. Legs that used to dance now locked like doors that forgot how to open. And this mother… this mother learned to lift more than weight she lifted worlds. She lifted hope. She lifted her child's spirit even when her own was collapsing. And her other baby… God help her her other baby got shot. Not once. Not twice. Eleven times. Eleven bullets like punctuation marks trying to end a story she refused to let die. She sat in hospital rooms where time stops breathing. She held hands that shook like falling ceilings. She bargained with God, with nurses, with destiny, with whatever fo...

                                THE ONES WHO STAY  There are people in this life who don’t share my blood, but they carry my spirit like a soft lantern they keep lit even on the nights I lose my own fire. These are my people my good friends, my chosen kin, the ones who step into my life and love me like they’ve been rehearsing it for generations. See… some folks are friends by title, but the real ones the ones I’m talking about they love you in verbs. In action. In that “I’ll pull up right now” energy. In that “you don’t gotta explain…just breathe, I’m here” consistency. These are the friends who become family, the family who become home, the home that become sanctuary. They’re the people who look at me and don’t just see who I am they see everything I survived to get here. They know the chapters I don’t read out loud, the pages I burned, the margins where I wrote prayers in han...